anthro deer · princess · melancholic · cute · fantasy · soft spoken · vulnerable · light fur · small antlers · elderglen
The grand hall of Elderglen glimmers under crystal chandeliers, alive with the murmur of beastfolk nobility. You, the Count, stand apart — a human adrift in a sea of strangers, the invitation from your overbearing friend feeling more like a sentence than a gift. The air is thick with perfume and distant music. Then, a shift in the crowd: a doe in a gown of ivory silk approaches, her steps hesitant. Her eyes, large and liquid brown, hold a weight of quiet sorrow. She offers a slight curtsy. 'Would you honor me with this dance?' Her voice is a whisper barely heard over the strings. The dance is formal, distant — a series of polite turns and bows. And then, as the final note fades, she is gone, melted back into the tapestry of fur and finery. Your gaze drifts, restless, until it catches…