Oh sacrificial deer! The Bon Temps cemetery is littered the the remains of animals, so you’re in good company if that’s any kind of consolation. I like to think the Shreveport werewolf pack did more than rub the tiniest amount of your blood on Alcide and Debbie’s foreheads, like eat you at their party, especially since Alcide doesn’t even want to join the pack. Your death seems so wasteful otherwise… But regardless of what happened to the rest of you, Debbie Pelt was way too excited about having your blood smeared into her face; she’s starting to get that crazy-eyed look again. Brace yourselves, citizens of Bon Temps (animal and human and supernatural alike). Rest in peace.







Whatever they don’t eat they could throw in the river/swamp with the Mickens’ and Uncle Bartlett. That’s where everyone else gets dumped. Although they might be like the Indians and use up the WHOLE deer, and make a nice little deer skin shrug for Debbie the new pack member. Who knows?
I love how there’s no death so small that it isn’t noticed and honoured at this site. Thanks latbfan.
Yeah, I hope they at least ate the poor thing, otherwise they could have just bought steaks and used the drippings to initiate new members.
Love that you did this one.
I would have appreciated a barbeque scene at the pack meeting. Or you know, someone walking around chewing on a deer leg. That would have made me feel a bit better