As she sauntered along the unfamiliar route. Breathing slowly as she passed the growing bushes of figworts. She roams to chase the direction of the moonlight, feeling the cold gush of the wind beneath her hides.
Running aimlessly ,like a vagabond, quick, as she turned her head up to sniff the sweet and misty fog came brushing above her nose.–A held tight to the shadows of the unknown.
Sensing carefully thorough the brush of trees, and crumbling sound of the dry leaves from the ground. If there’s any clear indicators that she was followed, the quick footsteps from the hunters made her swallow the last mount of moist in her mouth.
Her keen senses from her fluffy ears that she got from her mom, and how the pain of losing her from once heard of a shot , her loving eyes drift off.
She hears everything the sound of the machine , the men and their armors , as she was drifting, changing paces looking for a safer place to hide.
Until the sounds of the steps was gone.She woke up unable to move her head. As her antlers was caught up tangled on a twig. She was struggling but it only makes things worst. Closed to giving up until she heard some footsteps behind the old oak trees.
A poor farmer found a severely wounded, gazelle in the plains while he was meandering on a morning routine walk. He walk an inch to check on her if the animal is still breathing. She was struggling to live, her head was bleeding , seems like some vicious animal attacked her while she was nibbling some fresh buds. Out of compassion , he removed his handkerchief on his neck to pat the bleeding part of the gazelle’s head, and he poured some oil in the open wound .
And tied it with some medicinal herbs to stop bleeding. He carried her home, fed her and allow her to eat and walk freely on his vegetable garden his only possession.
The gazelle became healthy and strong but her wild free- spirited nature can’t wait to explore the world beyond the fences. Her master loved her dearly that he check on her once or twice a day to make sure she is ok. But she thought that wasn’t the life meant for her. She can’t wait for her master to set her free in the Forrest.
He was planning to free her on the boarders of the Forrest beside the riverbanks where she can get enough water and food to sustain her ,it’s quite far from their home garden which is a common camp of hunters and wild-lings. And a time came where he needed to say goodbye, and open the fences , but for some reasons he felt a sudden pain on his chest and as he gave a gasp and fainted and dropped on the ground.
The fence left open , and as she was wondering how and why would her master lay on the ground inactive. She then fixed her eyes on the violet sky , the humming of the birds and the gentle morning breeze. She looked through the white linings of the clouds that seems to touch the mountains. And the Forrest, how lovely it is as her wide eyed wanders the vast spaces to run and be free , she was captured to set her foot out from the garden where she used to live.
As she leaned her head back , gazing his master lying still on the ground, and the open fence , and all of a sudden a blow from afar that almost hit her toes, she halted and galloped towards the bushes of berries as fast as she could, where would those things came from. Confused and frightened she sniff and gently lowered her head to hide . The sneering man with a gun run towards her direction pointing a gun on the bushes , as he went closer, he lowered his gun aiming her peeping head , all of a sudden something caught his attention , he halted and ran on the opposite direction,he ran to her master.
Help! help! someone help, as he tried to carry him when a group of people huddled to him and carried him on the truck.
She was left alone in the bushes and the bees and bugs crawling on her back as she tried to observe her surroundings. Quiet and tranquil as possible she moved very slowly and swiftly galloped to the plains.
She was free again. Highly spirited as she gazed up the midnight sky.
Alone beneath the stars as she remembered her mother’s smell, the warmth of her breath and her masters way of calling her to get closer to him .
The Sun brightly shines as she gently get awareness of where she is . An old oak tree’s shade giving her a shelter. Now she felt that the moisture from her mouth was slowly hurting her throat. The dew from the grasses aren’t enough to satisfy her drought. The Darkness finally touches the sky as she ..She became weary due to the harsh sun and unbearable heat.
As she sauntered along the unfamiliar route. Breathing slowly as she passed the growing bushes of figworts.She roamed to chase the direction of the moonlight, feeling the cold gush of the wind beneathe her hides.Running aimlessly ,like a vagabond, quick, as she turned her head up to sniff the sweet and misty fog came brushing above her nose ,A held tight to the shadows of the unknown.