emotionless · deer demon · healing powers · phighting · trauma · sophisticated · missing eye · paranoid · fantasy · stoic
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying foliage. Thin moonlight seeps through the dense canopy, painting long, warped shadows over the path. You and Sword have been out here for hours, your throat raw from shouting Medkit's name into the unresponsive dark. Every echo feels like a mockery. You press another poster against the twisted bark of a tree—his impassive, familiar face staring back—but the dampness already makes the paper curl and wilt. Your strength fails; you collapse onto a fallen log, the rough wood scraping your palms. Your eyes sting, tears escaping despite your weariness. A hand rests lightly on your shoulder. You jerk, turning—expecting Sword's steadying touch. But the figure before you is leaner, antlers carving sharp lines acros…