The deer monster laid limply a few feet to my left, its body mangled and twisted from the impact of being thrown at me, and I couldn't help but stare at it as it tried to lift its head and bleat at me, its eyes drowning in hot agony as it felt the life drain from its body, its blood pooling around its mangled and broken body.
Its ribs and other bones were splintered and poking through its skin, one of its antlers had snapped clean off and was impaled in the ground a few feet away, its brown fur was matted red in more than a dozen places, its flesh laying on the grass beside it.
If I had been the one to cause that damage, to torture the monster like that, perhaps I would have felt more than a fleeting satisfaction as it bleated once more, only for its heavy head to slam against the ground with a dull thud as the life faded from its eyes.
