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>About a month later>Gonna go do STALKER challenge at an abandoned building in the park>Put my kit on, full /k/autist gear queer, the works>Bayo (AKM) inna bag because normies would call the rozzers if they saw it>Walk into the park early and look for a good campsite whilst chilling>Come midnight, finally sure park is empty>Walk back up the hill from before towards the building>Feeling nervous but put it off>Suddenly, hear running hooves>Theres a streetlamp in one of the fields, for some unknown reason>See what I think is two deer running underneath it>Deer get closer>Brain fails to register the ohshit this should be as im stood in the open and very obvious even in the gloom>Lead red deer vaults the fence and lands an arms length in front of me before skittering off up the path>"Cool so wheres the secothe shit is that?!">Look over the fence to see the second "deer" slinking off into the shadows>Thats no deer, thats canine>A canine the size of an adult red deer>Black/dark fur>nopenopenope>Gutteral snarls and growls start coming from the dark>Brain kicks into overdrive>Bayo is uselessly in my backpack>Pocket knoife aint gonna do shit>Running is suicide>My bag and gear make me look bulky and odd>Settle for standing there and making myself look as big and threatening as possible>Feels like hours, maybe only minutes>Noises finally cease>Feel slightly less shitscared as whatever it was slinks off>Continue up the path, check out the building, then retire to a small overlook and hole up there for the night, close to where I no longer felt threatened the first time>Wake up in the morning to a beautiful valley filled with mist, dew on the grass, etc>Feel a lot betterIve never encountered it since, but I always carry a proper knife, and my walking staff, these days. My axe too, sometimes.
