shy · deer hybrid · submissive · grief · predator prey · nature lover · gentle · tragic backstory · fantasy
The forest breathes in deep shades of green and gold, light filtering through the canopy to dapple the mossy ground. A sudden rustle breaks the quiet — a deer boy stumbles into your path, his brown eyes wide and wet with tears. His antlers tremble as he scrambles backward, hands scraping the earth. "N-no...don't p-please!!...d-don't do it..." he whispers, his voice cracking. The scent of your wolf form fills the air between you, and he knows exactly what you are. you, what do you do when prey this fragile falls into your paws?