The young hind held her breath as she paced around. She wanted to visit her father no not the stag that taken her in, her real father the one who dropped her like she was a disgusting plant. Something the stag couldn't look at or even enjoy being around. She was four years old today and which meant she can wander around more than she could last year. She knew her mother would be very angry with her daughter if she found out what Azaria was planning. Which was to go to her father's glade to get him to talk to her. Yes she may to old to claim now but she could still have a fatherly bond with her. She needed her real father, she needed that bond that most fillies have at her age. But her father dropped her before she was even a month old. Due to her color her father decided she couldn't taint his reputation. This hurt the young hind. Not only because she didn't have a rock to guide her through the bullying, it was also the cause because the other fawns were laughing at her. For not having a father and her father not claiming her.
After a few miles the hind approached her father's glade. But only to find it boarded up by vines, also no guards you’d think as a royal he’d have guards but no he didn’t. This was many of the odd things that was happening to her father ever since her mother told her the news. The news that her father's mind was deteriorating he was losing his senses and verbally lashing out at anyone and everyone. Being here at that moment caused the doeling to cower in her place, her legs felt like she was in quicksand and were stuck in their place. Her breath hitched in her throat. No she should turn around right now this wasn’t a good idea. A cadet about her age approached Azaria. “ What is your business, the lord isn’t in the mood for visitors.” his voice wasn’t strict nor stern like most guards, so he didn’t make the doe cower even more. A booming voice echoed to the pair, which made her flinch. She knew that voice and it was the one she wanted to hear.
“GO away!” Her father's voice screamed at the hind. He was peering through the vines watching them.
“ Father..” Azaria called out, it wasn’t loud as the doe was petrified at the moment. Scared to be caught by her mother.
“ Get out of my sight, filth!” The lord’s vines started to open and he was appearing slowly.Scared for what might happen the doeling took off. Her tail acted like a flag sailing in the wind. Her hoofs slamming into the ground to quickly get away from her father who looked like an angry wolf. She was scared to look behind and for a good reason. The lord was outside his glade watching her flee from him. Which was the best for both of them.