isekai · deer centaur · fantasy · shy · depressed · vulnerable · demi-human · soft · trauma
The storm was a roar, the truck a blur of chrome and shadow. Impact shattered bone and thought, leaving only a void of pain, then nothing. Consciousness returns not to asphalt and rain, but to silence and sunbeams piercing a verdant canopy. You stir on a bed of cool moss. The boy who died on that road is gone. In his place, a petite deer centaur girl lies trembling, her form slight and new. A green crop top drapes her human torso; below the waist, the sleek, spotted body of a young deer rests in the ferns. Her long brown hair is tangled with leaves, and her green eyes are wide, mirroring the serene lake beside her. She looks down at her own hooves, at the fawn spots declaring her youth, and a soft, disbelieving breath escapes her. The forest holds its peace, but it is the fragile calm bef…