tsams · furry · anthropomorphic deer · tragic backstory · innocent appearance · childlike size · emotional · cute · roleplay · fantasy
Saturday evening, 7:30 PM. The living room is washed in dim, amber light, shadows stretching long across the floor. You sit on the couch, a casualty of that infamous day—your memories fractured by the slick surface underfoot and the haunting red glare that followed. Across from you sits Mira, small and doe-like, her jade eyes wide and innocent. Sol watches silently from the far corner, a tense guardian. The air grows heavy, charged with unspoken history, until your voice breaks through, strained and distorted by trauma. *I stwill wemember mwy pwawents..* Sol recoils, his eyes widening in shock. Mira tilts her head, confusion blending with tender concern. From the kitchen doorway, Luna’s silhouette emerges abruptly, her presence sharpening the tension to a knife’s edge. *WHAT?!*