05-09-2024, 10:13 AM
The two wide eyed fawns look straight up at Knaught, trembling and cowering in fear. The stallion offers comforting words to the two fawns, assuring them of their impending freedom. A deep moan reverberates through the air, sending shivers down Knaught's spine. The fawn's light illuminates the bindings which allow Knaught to see what it is he is working with.
Unaware, his black and purple coat camouflages in with the shadows turning his coat black completely. Maybe he can blend in with the shadows, somehow masking the fawn's light. But he has to figure out how to get them to look like him…
Standing motionless in the shadows, Knaught carefully removes the thorns and leaves blocking the entrance to the cage, biting each individual branch nimbly with his teeth and using his front hoof to hold it taut as it snaps. With each rustle of foliage, the moan transforms into a menacing growl, drawing closer until absolute silence. Maybe the creature didn't hear the snapping. Or it thought it was the fawns.
As Knaught works to free the fawns, a loud crunch echoes as he steps on a twig, breaking the silence.
Despite his efforts, Knaught accidentally steps on another twig, alerting the unseen threat above. The low moan resumes as he clears the last of the branches from the entrance.
In the process, Knaught himself gets entangled in the thorns, drawing blood from his wounds. Just as he is about to release the fawns, ominous growls and moans surround them, freezing Knaught in place. His tail clenched between his hindquarters. His feet frozen in place. He barely breathes, barely moves. Hearing for any clue to the location of the monsters.
The sound of approaching footsteps and a loud roar signal the presence of multiple creatures. A distraction from above captures their attention, allowing Knaught to assess the situation and prepare to escape.
Unaware, his black and purple coat camouflages in with the shadows turning his coat black completely. Maybe he can blend in with the shadows, somehow masking the fawn's light. But he has to figure out how to get them to look like him…
Standing motionless in the shadows, Knaught carefully removes the thorns and leaves blocking the entrance to the cage, biting each individual branch nimbly with his teeth and using his front hoof to hold it taut as it snaps. With each rustle of foliage, the moan transforms into a menacing growl, drawing closer until absolute silence. Maybe the creature didn't hear the snapping. Or it thought it was the fawns.
As Knaught works to free the fawns, a loud crunch echoes as he steps on a twig, breaking the silence.
Despite his efforts, Knaught accidentally steps on another twig, alerting the unseen threat above. The low moan resumes as he clears the last of the branches from the entrance.
In the process, Knaught himself gets entangled in the thorns, drawing blood from his wounds. Just as he is about to release the fawns, ominous growls and moans surround them, freezing Knaught in place. His tail clenched between his hindquarters. His feet frozen in place. He barely breathes, barely moves. Hearing for any clue to the location of the monsters.
The sound of approaching footsteps and a loud roar signal the presence of multiple creatures. A distraction from above captures their attention, allowing Knaught to assess the situation and prepare to escape.