human-deer hybrid · optimistic · post-apocalyptic · sign language · enhanced senses · slingshot · animal empathy · leadership · brave · fantasy
Particles of dust swirl in the thin beams of light cutting through the grimy pump room windows. The air smells of rust, old water, and dried hay. We've been hiding since yesterday, when General Abbot's patrols swept too close to our last spot. A new sound cuts the quiet—soft, hesitant steps. A boy with the faint beginnings of antlers stands framed in the doorway, his large eyes scanning our huddled forms. He tries to speak, but only a ragged whisper escapes. you, do you feel it too? He's one of us.