The doe could run no more, sheer exhaustion gaining the better of her. She had to find shelter to hide.
The pounding in her head was deafening. It could have been her own heartbeat, the pounding of her cloven hooves beating the ground. Or the thunderous beats of the large reptilian feet chasing after her.

She had no breath to curse herself for straying too close to the Mountain of the Dead. what a fool she had been!
As a fawn she had been warned to keep away from the mountain. Her people’s songs and tales always warned of its evil spirits.
few who came to it ever returned. Those who did were never the same.
A sob and a gasp for breath caught in her throat. Shelter! I must get to shelter!

Her wild eyes darted to and fro, searching, as a hideous roar that almost made her stumble in fright bellowed from the large theropod behind her.

The Alpie people had set the boundary of their territory just out of reach of the mountain.
Ever it was within sight of them, that terrible tower of stone, but the beasts that had lived there since the early days had never crossed the river.
When the Alpie first arrived in these lands there had been many of these foul beasts, and had in fact been larger, if the legends could be believed.
An evil chief had offered up many of his people as sacrifices to the beasts, in hopes that the the creatures would be appeased and let them be.
But Ugrid, a brave warrior, slew the evil chief and did make his people war with the beasts. In the end they had driven them across the river, and the beasts lived upon the mountain until this day.

The River! She could hear the rushing of water before she could see it. Renewed with hope she dashed towards the rocky banks, and leapt into the water. Panting she made for the small waterfall in hopes that it would conceal her from the beast.

Now behind the cascading water she took deep gulps of air and water, shaking uncontrollably.
Oh Holy Three, please let me live!
She could hear the heavy footsteps of the large reptile coming towards her. Then it stopped.
She froze.

The beast sniffed the air, a forked tongue tasting for that small creature he had chased.
Toxic saliva dripped down its jaws, and a foul stench reached the young doe, causing her stomach to turn and cramp.

In her fright upon seeing the beast the young doe had dropped her spear. Now she would have given anything to have it with her.

There came a hiss from the other side of the waterfall. Then a sniffing sound.

The doe shrank back against the wet stones.

The beast could smell something. Something was behind the waterfall.
With a growl it stretched its neck into the water.

The doe was trapped between the rocks and a monster.
She watched as the horrid shape of its muzzle slowly broke through the water, coming towards her.

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This doe originally was going to be Meadow, and pregnant, but half way through the penciling I felt it couldn't be Meadow.
Then while inking I decided that a pregnant doe just wouldn't do (shocking, I know).