Nightshade

Into the darkness Nightshade slipped, heart pounding and adrenaline pulsing through his veins. There was no going back from this.

"Hello?" The white-tail buck called out, his voice low enough to evade the ears of those fighting outside of the gate, but hopefully just loud enough to catch the attention of any of the prisoners inside the confines of the deer farm. "I'm here to help you now. Now is the time to make your escape." Large eyes, as dark as the black fur that made up his unique coat, scanned the shadows around him, hoping to see at least one poor soul he could free from this terrible place.

Callaquioa

Calla's pale blue eyes glistened in the dark, watching the silhouette of the buck move through the inky night as the sounds of fighting raged behind him. Though she wanted to step back into the shadows and avoid him, his words perked her ears and a spark of hope rose in the young mare.

"You want to help?" Softly, her voice betrayed her location, and Callaquioa stepped forward, drawing her larger frame out of hiding and towards the smaller, ebony buck. "You helped enslave us. Why are you helping us now?"

Xenarona

Xena the double sided looking mare ears go back at the buck. To help us now? And why would you help us now? How can we trust that your not just bringing us to their pack to be killed?She snorted.

Nightshade

The stag looked upon the two mares, the two largest and most valuable assets the Haunters had in their proverbial fridge. "I'm getting old, and soon enough I'll be no more valuable to the Haunters than you are. I'll be an easy meal in their eyes, nothing more than an afternoon snack to a pack that I spent my entire life serving." There was some emotion behind his words, but more than anything, the elderly whitetail sounded tired. "There is only one wolf out there, and at least three enemy cats. The fight wont last long - you can follow me to your freedom, or you can stay in here and be at their mercy."

He nodded his antlered head in the direction of the fighting, not knowing whether the Makucha were here to poach a meal, or simply to kill some Haunters and move on. Either way, Nightshade had made his decision. "All I ask is to be allowed to follow you, and to live what little time I have left at the edge of your herd."

Xenarona

SHe snorted but what other choice did they have. Fine Get us out of here, but i can't guarentee you can stay as it won't be my herd so it is not my decisionShe said.

Nightshade

At this point, there was little choice left for Nightshade either. Accepting Xenarona's terms, the buck turned away from the two mares and towards the hole in the fence, "Keep quiet and follow me. Quickly, now." Moving like a shadow in the night, the melanistic buck passed through the decaying metal fencing and into the relative freedom beyond the deer farm. He glanced back only once to be sure the two horses were following before continue on, putting as much distance between he and the Haunters as he could.