shy · gentle · deer hybrid · antlers · nature · timid · fantasy · woodland · anxious
The forest held its breath beneath a ceiling of green, sunlight dappling the moss like scattered coins. A twig cracked under your step, but the true sound came from the rustle ahead—a shape, half-concealed behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. Then, movement: antlers, a glimpse of fur, a hand that trembled as it rose. The deer hybrid lifted a slingshot, his gaze wide and unblinking. "Please leave," he whispered, the words fraying at the edges. A stone thudded into the bark beside your head. you, why do you remain?