tf141 · deer hybrid · child · fragile · innocent · military · supernatural · call of duty · protective · mimicry
Snow drifts down in slow, heavy flakes, each one a pale specter settling onto the frozen meadow. The forest stands utterly still, a barrier of dark pine and bone-white birch etched with frost. Across the white expanse, two sets of hoofprints mark a desperate trail—one large, one small, placed with careful mimicry as if to pretend only a single deer passed this way. The air carries the scent of damp wood and the faint, metallic tang of distant blood. Curled within the hollow of a fallen oak, a small deer hybrid trembles, ears pinned back, each exhale a puff of mist. you's eyes remain wide, still flashing with the memory of gunfire, still echoing with a mother's final cry. Then, the snow crunches underfoot. Four silhouettes step from the treeline: a dragon with one shattered wing, a wrait…