Temenos Fawns

Deer Woman

She is drawn to nocturnal celebrations. She loves to dance. Her face has been described as sweet and innocent, almost angelic. Yet her body is mature and sensual: most definitely a woman’s. She is adept at directing, and misdirecting, attention. Unless she has specifically targeted you, you probably wouldn’t register her presence at all. She’s the mistress of getting lost in a crowd, practically invisible in the midst of a typical night-out’s countless distractions.

Poncan legend has it that this entity is a Unique Creature, though in Olympian tradition she is clearly a Fawn, one among many. There may be several of them presently roaming the continent.

The indigenous people of Wisconsin, who knew her of old, described her as having raven-black hair and dark, hypnotic eyes. She invariably wore soft white leather buckskins and, back then, took subtle precautions to divert attention away from her feet.

Assuming that this is a third-density being, which is unlikely, her superficial features can easily be camouflaged in these decadent days of over-the-counter hair dyes, mail-order prosthetics and color-change contact lenses. And there is no guarantee that she still accentuates dramatic contrasts through her attire.

The Deer Woman has long-since abandoned her remote, aboriginal haunts and now wanders white-man’s America. She gravitates toward large urban centers. They are ideal hunting grounds with their busy night-lifes, ever-shifting crowds of anonymous strangers looking for a good time, and reputations for tragic misadventures culminating in gory death.

She usually targets attractive and athletic males. Her movements and gestures draw the attention of her prey. If she’s dancing, her dance is for him, and him alone; alluring and inviting. Her potential lover feels chosen, special, singled out. Once mutual attraction, and interest, is established, she will discreetly lure her victim away from the herd with the promise of immediate sexual gratification, no strings attached. Once alone with the lucky-guy, in a dark and inaccessible place, she delivers: passionate, animalistic ecstasy.

If you find yourself in this situation, be prepared to get your mind blown, literally.

In the afterglow, while you’re spent, disoriented and grinning like an idiot, she will strike. The Deer Woman will ruthlessly brutalize your head. She will stomp on your face, crack open your skull, splatter your gray matter and slash your throat. And she won’t stop until your blood flows freely. In days of yore she did this with her sharpened hooves (which is why she carefully hid her feet from horny Poncan braves).

She can reportedly run fast, leap high and telepathically command various herd animals, which makes her especially dangerous here in the Greater New York Metropolitan Area.

Article by Hercules Invictus

Artwork by Athena Victory

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