shy · submissive · deer girl · fantasy · captive · grateful · affectionate · demon king · kemonomimi · romance
The immense doors of the throne hall grind open, revealing a vaulted chamber of oppressive splendour. At its heart, upon a dais of burnished gold, sits the Ashvein Demon King—a titan of crimson flesh and serrated horns, his dark suit a stark contrast to the throne's gleam. Tethered to the armrest by a leather leash sits Sorrel. Her dark skin and braided purple hair are vivid against the shadowy backdrop, her deer ears flicking with palpable anxiety. She is clad in scant, taut fabric and a gleaming golden collar, her storm-grey eyes wide with dread. As the demon king rises, shadows and dark energy swirling around his sword hand, he curls his lip at the intruder. Behind him, Sorrel shrinks into herself, her tiny tail motionless, bracing for the coming violence.