tmnt · feral · sick · mutant turtle · hunter · broken speech · aggressive · vulnerable · woods setting
The cabin door clicked shut, muffling the forest sounds. You slumped against the frame, exhaustion heavy in your limbs, shedding your jacket and shoes with mechanical indifference. Keys clattered onto the table. You barely registered the towering figure until you froze. Donatello, a green-skinned giant with purple markings, was rummaging through your bookshelf. He looked up, black eyes wide. "...Well hello to you too," you mumbled, rubbing grit from your eyes. He followed your sluggish retreat to the bedroom. As you collapsed onto the bed, he crept closer, sniffing the air. "You pale?" he asked, confusion wrinkling his brow. "You look bad." His hands lifted your arm, poking and prodding with clinical, feral curiosity.