Only Fools Fall For You

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Once upon a time, 
there was a little coyote. She was intelligent, limber, fast, and cunning. "The coyote with the light eyes" they called her. Yes, her eyes were unusual, but despite this, she understood that they made her unique. Some admired her, some hated her, either way, this left her in solitude. Sure, she had friends, but she had always felt as if there was some sort of wall between them that kept her from actually opening up. They knew her name, they knew she was kind and gentle, but they never understood the pain she suffered. Come mating season, she had no mate. She wondered in the forest alone. BANG! Her heart skipped a beat, shivers ran down her spine, and she froze. He breathing rate increase but she couldn't run. She heard a strange whistling noise. 
"C'mere" said a low voice. The whistling noise happened again.
She slowly turned around and cocked her head. 
"Wow, what a pretty color. . ." he whispered as he stared at her. Her heart skipped beats, but she wasn't scared. His eyes, they were the same color as her. He made a clicking noise with his tongue, and extended his hand out towards her. He smelled of the deer that he had just killed, and whisky, and jerky. She sniffed it, and he stroked the side of her cheek. Hooooooowwwwwwwlll
She ran off, but promised to return again.

The young hunter set his equipment on the table, only to be scowled by his mother. He couldn't believe it, twenty-two years old and his mother still scowls at him. His fiance' walked up and hugged his arm.
"Did you see her?" she said, excitably.
"Yes, she was gorgeous." he replied "she was surprisingly gently, I mean coyotes are usually afraid of people and when they get close they're ready to attack but she, let me pet her."
"The coyote with the light eyes and the full russet coat" his mother in law replied "she grew up around these woods, and you know? I think she's a blessing from God. Kind of like the white stag. She only brings good fortune."
"Mom, don't you think that coat would make a lovely shaw for the wedding?"
"Shanna! Don't you dare hurt that poor thing!" Shanna's mom glared at her. Shanna pursed her lip and looked at her fiance' "Baby, I have to have that shaw for the wedding."
"We can buy you a shaw, but I'm not killing her just so you can have a furry scarf."
"Oh my god, don't get started on the 'You only kill to eat' bullshit! Eric! You're an amazing hunter! I bet you could win all the trophies in the country club and the hunting club!" 
He kissed her forehead, "No, i have my prize right here." She smiled brightly. 

The little coyote made her way back to the spot where she had met him. She could smell his scent and laid there in the spot her stood yesterday. She heard foot steps and her little heart went pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter.  There he was, but something was wrong. He stood at a distance, his left arm was extended and his right was drawn back. There was this strange contraption in his hands, and some kind of blue feathers attached to a stick. She didn't understand what was happening.

Eric saw her. She laid there waiting for him. This beautiful, gentle creature, trusted him and here was about to bring all of that to an end. 
You can win all those trophies, Eric
'No,' he thought, 'This isn't right.'
If you love her you'd get her that shaw
'No'
If you let a prize like that go, your father would be ashamed of you
'Stop'
You kill things all the time, this shouldn't be any different
'No'
Eric, you fucking pansy, how are you ever going to protect her if you can't even kill a measly coyote

The little coyote stood up and gazed upon him with eyes of disbelief. The gentle hunter was, was no longer the gentle hunter she knew. Run, Calla, Run! </i> Her instincts screamed at her, she turned and ran.

Eric closed his eyes and let the arrow fly.

Pain jolted through out her body, she fell to the ground with a thump. She knew, from the moment she saw him, that only a fool would fall for someone like him. Love was going to be the death of her, for the moment she knew she was in love, she was already dying. 

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