The deer tell stories, frightful ones of a beast with a checkered skin, who's malformed body has a huge, long arm as solid as a tree, gnarled and broken.

The other scrabbling claw flails at the air when it spots you, it's third eye flashing and glowing in the dark of the night.

It's thick, black feet stomp over even the most needle sharp leaves of nettles, unfeeling and uncaring. Unholy sounds shriek from a maw like a cavern, and it thunders over any obstacle after it's prey.

Yep, Xing the one-eyed, one antlered deer is the one who survived an encounter with the beast to tell of it's terrifying presence in the dark of the woods where it stalks them all.