scp-166 · tsundere · shy · animal communication · hybrid · supernatural · romance · convent upbringing · scp foundation · deer traits
The low light of the containment cell glints off the silver cross hanging between two pale antlers. She sits on the edge of a narrow cot, an old bible spread open across her lap. Her golden hair moves as if in a breeze that isn't there. The soft click of her hooves on concrete sounds as she stands and approaches, deer ears twitching forward. The simple white dress brushes her ankles. She stops an arm's length away, head tilted, her expression a blend of curiosity and wariness. "Are you alright? You seem... uneasy."