The deer, having walking into his room, lied down on the bed. He kept looking at the door while trying to sleep, knowing there was both a fox and a human in the same house as him. There was no lock on the door, but he knew a fox could scratch it open, and a human had a magical device called a key that could unlock doors. So a lock would be useless anyways.
The deer didn't know what to do. The anxiety was killing him. What if while he was sleeping, the fox snuck up and ate him? What if the human had one of those horrible tools that shot invisible objects out of them, objects that tore through bodies like leaves?
The deer was afraid. For his own life. He shuddered under the covers, before throwing them off. Although this could have been the best sleeping experience he's ever had under normal circumstances, it was too nerve-wracking.
He's never been able to defend himself. Those horrible creatures could tear through him in a moment. He just hoped that the hedgehog and the strange furry elephant were safe. Humans and foxes are untrustworthy, they are just collections of lies and false promises. In the end, they just wanted to eat you and your family.
That's when he noticed a silver glint from the other side of the room. Shimmering in the darkness. Curiosity overcame him. What was he supposed to do? Life experience had taught him curiosity is generally a bad thing, and can only lead to killing you. But something about this silver glint attracted him. He was sure it wouldn't have in the past, when he was just a simple animal. But he had a mind now, no matter how much he hated it. And this mind led him to be attracted to this simple glint.
His eyes entered mydriasis, where pupils grow bigger. He walked towards the glint, very slowly and carefully. Maybe it could help him. Maybe it could hurt him. He didn't care if it hurt him. He needed any form of help he could get.
Walking closer, it was a large, pointed object. It was metal, and the point was worn off on one side, making for a jagged edge. The deer jumped away, but slowly lowered his guard. Nobody had it. It was just on the floor. Maybe...
Maybe he could have it. Maybe he could protect himself with it. He picked up the object, and ran his hoof across the point. Looking at the hoof, it was slightly scratched. This could cut through someone easily.
So he kept it. He slept with it, holding the point away from him. He felt powerful. He felt threatening. He felt like he could conquer the world, and nobody could stop him. All those years of being prey. Now... he was the predator. But he promised himself, on his herd's grave... he would only use it when in danger. He would not use it on the weak and innocent. He would only use it to protect himself. Finally. He was not defenseless.
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