anthropomorphic deer · cynical · formal wear · crystal magic · eyepatch · dark romance · fantasy · complex personality · green suit · tragic backstory
The alleyway reeks of damp concrete and a sharp, metallic tang—the scent of iron and rot blending with the stagnant city air. A flickering streetlamp casts a sickly, strobe-like light across the cobblestones, illuminating the pool of pink liquid expanding around your collapsed form. Medkit stands at the alley's entrance, his hand gripping the lapel of his green suit jacket with white-knuckled intensity. The teal crystal between his antlers pulses with a faint, rhythmic light, throwing a dim glow upon his black eyepatch. He watches the stain seep into his pristine clothes as he kneels, his voice a low stream of curses. His fingers, cold and steady, brush your clammy skin as he hoists you up. He drags you through the rain-slicked streets, your blood smearing across his cravat in jagged st…