Broken Antler Fen epitaph: a rage ready to ignite

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Once a part of a family, famine had brought the young damsel to wander for what seemed like an eternity for food. Losing her path, and upon returning, there was no sign of home - not that she expected to be welcomed back after being gone for so long. Once protruding bone from a famine struck living corpse, the young snow pelted woman was filled. Slim but healthy, she had found mentors in her travels to teach how to fend for herself better than she did before. Age had done the young woman well, still with a youthful visage, a bounce in her step, she was simply wiser, and stronger, than she was before.

Despite the loss feeling of continuing a life of a loner, the snowy princess with no kingdom pranced in the spring covered groves. Lush vegetation covered the ground in a soft carpet, fed by the bounty of spring's melting snow and many rainfalls. Spring was the season of re-birth, where beautiful blooms decorated the plains - but something sinister plagued the beauty of these lands, and it was something Reiko had been keeping her eyes on for a few days now. 

She traveled far to quench her thirst, but would always return to the water's edge, watching and testing. There was a reason why animals who drank from the water's edge would fall, one after another, they all grew sick, many of which passed away. What was the secret of those who managed to walk away relatively unscathed? Her trot slowed as she neared the water once more, eyes scanning the water line for life when a sudden movement had caught her glance. Across the river was another, his muzzle wet and her heart grew heavy before speaking.

Evening, sir! She called out. You haven't drank the water, have you?
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