Thistle the gray doe was wandering amongst the tall grasses of the swamp, her bright blue eyes piercing into the darkness like the sun. This doe was wise beyond her years. The fierce crocodile even avoided the muddy shores where the doe drank. But something was troubling her.
In her mind the visions of a great flame was getting stronger and more vivid than the last. She wandered in circles, trying, struggling to understand what was coming. These dreams could not be just mere nightmares. The flames never travel this deep into the marsh, 'we should be safe here' she often wondered but then doubt corrupted her mind. Slowly, it began to manifest inside her. Her once bright eyes had become dark and red. Her silver gray coat became tatty and ensnared in dirt, and now she walks, silent, just like the crocodile's as they're stalking their prey.
But Thistle, is much darker compared to simple reptiles like crocodiles. She now wanders the outer borders of the marsh. Devouring any fawn that wanders too far. Watch out young ones, she shows no mercy to those who dare enter her side of the land.
