Wrathful Agony

Silence. Maddening silence, curse this empty hellhole, curse all of the wasted years spent wandering aimlessly through it. She trotted slowly, as stealthily through the tall grass and bulky trees as she could. She’d heard a noise. Wrestling grass, forceful steps, she couldn’t tell where the noise was coming from. Where is it, where in god’s name is it coming from?! In fury and blinding hatred she charged randomly, not caring what she hit as she felt the force of her antlers thunk off of the trees in front of her, only chunking out bark and nothing more. More wrestling sounds, from behind. She spun as quickly as she could manage, her bloodshot red pupils darted from edge to edge of their sockets, she strained them as hard as she could, she peered through the wretched darkness for her foe. Suddenly, burning pain made itself known on her backside, she turned once more to find the perpetrator had vanished. Again, pain in the same area, Wrath stamped at the ground in rage as she spun in attempt to catch her attacker in the act. It was gone again, until once more there was pain, pain, pain. It would go on for torturous minutes at a time, Wrath’s heart would burst with anger if it was functional. She couldn’t think straight, let alone think at all. Wrath turned one last time before one last slash was raked across her back. The pain was too great, it became greater than her anger. She fled, as far as she could manage between the cursed trees and fauna. Her neck jolted and jostled from side to side as her antlers bumped and grazed tree branches and trunks. This was her damned life, for all of her years and for years to come.