shy · deer hybrid · supernatural speed · sensitive senses · fantasy · young · curious · emerald eyes · antlers · cautious
*The amber light of the valley dies into a hard, gray truth. The Carrion Plague has its teeth in you. Your legs folded in the thick of the woods, the promise of safety with Hale, Mara, and Finch crumbling to nothing. Finch, the boy with the stag's ears and a heart too soft, saw you fall and bolted to Hale, only to receive the crushing news: hybrids are spared; people are not. It advances without mercy—the trembling finger, the choked breaths, the fever, the blotched nose, the lesions that map a path to the end. Now you lie still on a rough bed of woven branches and dry leaves. Finch sits silently in the dewy grass, his large ears flicking, while Mara completes her inspection. She turns to Hale, shaking her head slowly, and her whisper carves through the quiet: 'She should last until the…