Prompt: highfantasy

The leaves, creaking under the feet, interrupt the silence that wraps everything. It looks like a huge orange carpet. Autumn is almost over and the little creatures roam in the woods looking for supplies for the winter, hibernation is approaching and you have to get busy. For the hunter it is the perfect time to camouflage between wild shrubs and giant pines. His steps are a deaf thud, where the weight is that of the conscience; a boulder that makes him drag his feet, body, mind. A squirrel jumps in front of him with the shell of a peanut, without realizing he has dispersed its inside somewhere, who knows where.  For the hunter those four legs are only a small interruption in his patient waiting; his preys, much coveted, have very different dimensions. Something between the branches of the trees seems to finally move, where the viewfinder is pointed. A thick ivory-shaded tail emerges at about ten meters pushing that man, crouched on the ground, to wince to the point of ending up with his ass on the ground. In addition to the tail, two long goat legs support a human torso; that is there, reckless of everything that surrounds it. Suddenly he seems almost to realize he is not the only one in that place and it only takes a single leap to halve the distance between him and that man on all fours, now visibly frightened. That creature, neither man nor animal, could only be the fruit of his imagination; he certainly had to be mad because never and never could be real. The faun, for his part, seemed more than determined to approach the hunter. Between the hands, bony and covered with thick hairs, there is a letter sealed with green wax; the coat of arms depicts a hare with the muzzle up. His first gesture - after making a further leap - is to hand it to the unfortunate person who is still lying on the ground, incredulous and terrified. These are moments of extreme silence where not even the smallest of the midges moves in the air. The hunter seems not to perceive the intentions of the faun, still with the head hand in front of him... They were the hooves, those damn hooves caught all his attention. "Fffor me?" He stutters in a moment of lucidity. His interlocutor does not utter a word, perhaps he does not know how to speak or perhaps he does not see the reason. Yet, with a single head gesture, it dispels all doubts in the blink of an eye. A deaf and excruciating thud, to make the skin crawl, made both wince: the birds flew in the air, the noise of hooves became more and more intense and the small animals ran here and there. The faun shouldered the hunter who did not even have time to respond: "keep yourself strong human, evils of other worlds are coming to take us", he announced starting his race.