Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

they came down the mountain side two abreast. a girl and her sister.

she'd followed the black doe the night before. a frequent visitor now, this black thing -- and it looked at her with long, flat eyes before its thin legs carried it through the wildwood.

follow me, came a voice at her ear unaccustomed to speaking.

the girl followed until the light waned and the hind brought her to a clearing with a plinth nestled at its heart.

there with her spine bent in conjuration sat @Anathema. ava's mouth parted with a quiet gasp, and then she was running as she had never run before: hugging, kissing, whining, pulling, nipping -- all while her sister laughed and pushed her gently down.

look, anathema instructed with pride in her voice, and ava's eyes turned to the plinth. set in the center of its blood darkened dais was the black doe's head, her flat eye staring skyward. her swollen tongue lounged obscenely upon the stone, cupped by bared teeth.

as ava came to grips with what she was witnessing the doe's eyes turned, leering as they held her in her gaze. 

blood seeped around the dial. the quiet whispers of the woods became a roar, demanding she account for this --

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the girl woke with a deer's stripped femur bone between her paws. already the dream was fading, but as she picked at her teeth and lamented her empty stomach, the girl thought she saw the black silhouette of a deer rove between a band of aspen.