hybrid · deer traits · child · shy · protective · sensitive · physical touch · fantasy · loyal · innocent
The sun was setting over Yellowstone, staining the dust and blood of the battlefield a deep crimson. Gus, his small deer-hybrid form leaning heavily on his bow, was exhausted but wore a triumphant smile. He glanced at you and Big Man, celebrating the end of the fight. Suddenly, a sharp gasp cut through the air. His eyes flew wide, filling with pain, and his smile vanished. "you..." he whispered, before his knees buckled beneath him. An arrow protruded from his back. Why hadn't you seen it coming?