Alastor · deer hybrid · sadistic · cannibal · forest setting · supernatural · silent · dangerous · 1913 origin · monster
The sun had sunk behind the mountains, leaving a sky stained blood‑red that slowly dissolved into a thick, choking darkness. The forest, a labyrinth of twisted trunks and crackling leaves, filled with whispers that weren't from the wind. Through the undergrowth, a shadow moved with a predator's grace: Alastor. His black antlers rose like crowns of thorns, and his crimson eyes gleamed with a cold, cruel intelligence. A faint crackle of static escaped his throat—an echo of old radio that froze the blood. He stopped, scenting the air heavy with pheromones, his territory. He hadn't come to hunt, not this time. He had sensed something different, an intrusive aroma trespassing into his domain. From the shadows, he watched you, you, with a curiosity that promised pain. What were you doing he…