Two miles is a fair walk but where else can you go but there. The muddy road makes walking dangerous and the thought of falling into this muck is enough to force one onto the road's shoulder.
Now your much more steady but its the trash people toss away that becomes another danger. Bottles, wrappers, papers of all kinds even a checkbook full of checks. It seems odd that of all that you note people tossed away that so much is still of some value.
Kinking your way along the road's shoulder you come upon a woman's purse. Picking it up you open it and find that it is full of personal items. A pocketbook offers a look to who lost this, and you snap it open.
Mrs. Sandy Wells, 7707 Pinehurst Way, Princeton, N.J. tells her driver's license. You poke about seeing travelers checks in amounts totaling two thousand dollars, another pouch has even more loose cash, why would someone just throw this away?
Figuring that it might be a mistake you hold on to it with plans of leaving it at the tavern.
Futher down the road you start to see clothing toss here and there. Some things are like brand spanking new, while other things are torn and ripped apart. hats, shirts, pants and the in amazement there is a wide area just saturated with people's underwear.
Wondering if this road leads to a nudest colony the sight of all these pieces of underclothing is enough to suggest you turn around and go another way.
Standing and wondering you take note that from that point and forward the signs of human footprints are totally gone. Now the road's mucky surface is covered with imprints of paws, hoofs, and patterns of all animal feet.
Walking on you hear to the side of the road a faint groaning sound. It would suggest someone was maybe hurt and in need of medical help. the brush along the roadside is thick and makes looking for someone difficult.
The noise of your approach startles the person and they in pain and fear cry out for you to stay away.
Poised with wonder as to why someone injured would not wish for saving help, you ask them to explain.
Only more moaning sounds and an occasional hacking couch which turns to a grunting sound.
Your very close as you can hear the person's heavy breathing now. You wish to be cautious not wishing to scare the person or if they might become hostile you don't need to have a fight.
Spreading back the stiff bows of a Honeysuckle bush you peer beyond its cover. There huddled into a ball is the form of that person who is still moaning. As you watch the person groans stretching one arm up and away from their body.
It's your turn to moan and gasping you are stunned to see their arm is not like a human arm, but its more like the foreleg of some animal. You stare at the appendage, its furry brown hair coat and at the end where a hand should be, are cloven hooves.
Bent into a hunched in ball the person's backbone sticks out showing each seperate bone while there too is this reddish brown covering of thick hair.
Suddenly the moaning stops! The person is very still and the heavy breathing is now slower, softer, and sounding very faint. The foreleg retracts tightly to their body. Slowly the person turns and rolls over facing you and your approach.
"Did you not understand, I warned you and now look, you stand there gawking at me!" says the person.
Slowly the form stands upright, the forelegs hand down and forward as the slender shape of a sensual woman appears, if still coated in the reddish color of fur.
Your eyes pan down her form. Her head is human and face too short of a blackened round nose. She has a low hairline on her forhead, then running back over the top of her head its mixed with brown and white stripes.
Her slender neck and shoulders, its there that the human stops and what looks more like a human deer Doe morph stands before you. Shoulders like a deer but breasts looking ever so nice of a woman but covered in a blanket of hair. Her slnder figure broadens at the waist, rounding to deer doe like buttocks, semi-human formed thighs, but below there are the legs and feet of a true deer.
"Pray tell woman but what are you?" you stutter out your words.
Her eyes tell of the horror she feels. Its easy to see what she is rapidly changing into but as much from her nervous manners you suspect she does not look forward to the outcome.
"Who I was is not important, what is for you to consider should be your own life and form. Walk on and you will become as those who went there before you. All, not a one was spared the final outcome of being made an animal." she warns.
You chuckle at the foolishness of her words. Then it strikes you that you are actually talking to someone in the midst of becoming a Doe. Stepping out from behind the bush you approach the woman doe.
"Come no closer for I am contagous, your touch of me would make of you a deer too! If you walk on the spell will ultimately touch you making of you that which the evil wants you to become. My husband, the love of my life tried to help one changing to stand up and run for some help. His touching transfered the spell to him and like the man he tried to help, the two of them walked onward to the tavern together." she tries to explain.
You smile at what she said. "Then all is fine and he will be there when we get you to the tavern!" you spout.
She sighs, "You do not grasp the realization of this place! My huisband and the man he helped walked on to the tavern, they are now together as a team. Indeed they are a team, two pure white Percheron horses, they will for that evil one who spells us make he or she a great deal of money." she explains more.
As you stand there her face has begun to change. You watch in silence as her nose and mouth merge and grow into a muzzle. Her eyes round and darken into deep orbs of black. Nervously she licks her fuzzy lips and feeling her body shift to that of a true total doe she conforms to stand on all fours.
Her lovely voice gone and replaced my a single tone of bleating.
A quick turn and she is off on a wild deer like run through the underbrush and is gone.
Now you must decide, walk on and be as what, or turn around and hope the spell that caught so many does not grap you by your short hairs.