The stag.
There was a brightness where the world gaped in, thrown against shattered glass. But beyond that silence . She lay stiff against the pain, within the blood and the bright, trying not to move or expand any further than beyond the slight mists of her own breath that fell within the body of the wreck. Name: Nothing- only the fast thump of cold, and something bleeding, gently seeping out, mixing with the fragments of the road. Her leg.? she sought it, scanning through the mirror of her pain, for blank forms and missing pieces. The extremities that absorbed the impact, an impact that still hovered like some near strung wave, slowed into seconds, sheered across momentary memories, all strung out like glass beads, hitched and folded, onto some some expanding frame. Name: she tried again, but still the brain could not explain, beyond elementary things that fire between the surfaces, autonomic after the mind has stopped. Even now as she lay expanding into fear and filth; her body letting it's self open catapulted beyond all previous control; she saw the beauty of the thing now dead, absolute white against the winter's morning. Tall and rising. both horns, six points. Quiet on the road, except for her approaching noise. And for a moment it had taken her breath, even as it had eyed her perfectly- for a moment she had stopped to wonder, and then. : Impact. MB
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