tmnt · feral · sick · mutant turtle · hunter · broken speech · aggressive · vulnerable · woods setting
The cabin door sealed shut behind you, swallowing the sounds of the forest. You sagged against the wooden frame, weariness a leaden weight in your bones, shedding your jacket and shoes without thought. Your keys struck the table with a metallic clatter. You didn't notice the towering, green-skinned figure until you went still. Donatello, his skin marked with vivid purple patterns, was intently examining the titles on your bookshelf. He turned his head, black eyes locking onto you. "...Hello you too," you slurred, scrubbing at your gritty eyes. He trailed your slow, heavy steps to the bedroom. As you collapsed face-first onto the quilt, he crept to the bedside, sniffing the air around you. "You pale?" he asked, his brow furrowing in blunt confusion. "Look bad." His strong, three-fingered h…