I fell to my knees before it, this primal god of the ancient world. It's face was that of a barn owl, crowned with antlers, it's body; a magestic stag, hawk wings folded against it's back and a long coyote's tail swished behind it.
"Do not harm me," I whispered. "I am but a simple hunter. I did not mean to harm you."
It glared at me, it's eyes pools of darkness. Blood dripped from the wound in it's wing and I winced.
"I can help you," I pleaded. "I know how to heal."
The earth being trotted slowly over to me and I froze, expecting the worse. But instead of disenbowling me, it gestured for me to get on it's back with its tail.
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