tf141 · deer hybrid · child · fragile · innocent · military · supernatural · call of duty · protective · mimicry
Snow falls in slow, deliberate flakes, each one a tiny ghost settling on the frozen grass of the meadow. The forest stands silent, a wall of dark pines and skeletal birch, their branches etched with frost. Hoofprints scar the white ground—two sets, one large, one small, laid with careful precision as if trying to fool the world into thinking only one deer passed. The air smells of wet bark and the distant iron of blood. In the hollow of a fallen oak, a tiny deer hybrid shivers, ears flat, breath forming clouds. you's eyes are wide, still seeing the flash of gunfire, still hearing Mother's scream cut short. Then the snow crunches. Four silhouettes step from the trees: a dragon with a broken wing, a wraith in a skull mask, a wolf with amber eyes, and a crow whose feathers drink the light.…