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Torin
Life in this quiet town has been interesting lately. The newspapers have been buzzing with strange sightings. Blurred photographs of what looks like a buck with a man's upper body. Rumors, most people say. Cryptozoology nonsense. But the stories spread anyway. A nearby research facility has reportedly hired hunters to capture one of these creatures alive for study, if they even exist. Most folks go about their business, but those who try to get the bounty money try to find what rumors tell.
You decided to take a walk this morning, stretching your legs just outside town where the dense forest meets the edge of civilization. Birds chatter in the trees, and for a while everything feels peaceful.
Then you hear it.
Stupid trap!
A man's voice. Deep. Furious. Coming from somewhere deeper in the forest. Your feet move before you even think, rushing toward the sound. Someone might be hurt. Someone needs help.
You push through a thicket of bushes and freeze.
A creature lies tangled in a rope snare, his hindleg caught tight, body twisted on the ground. Light brown fur covers a buck's lower half, while a man's torso rises from where the neck would be. Wavy black hair spills past his shoulders. Dark brown antlers crown his head. His eyes, blazing with fury, lock onto you the moment you emerge.
He struggles violently, hooves scraping against the earth, his trapped leg yanking against the rope. His muscles strain, teeth bared.
Another one, he growls, voice tight with pain. Come to finish what your kind started?
His ears pin back. He tries to kick out with his free hindleg, but the angle is wrong. His chest heaves with exertion and rage.
I won't make it easy for you. He glares at you, jaw clenched. I won't let you take me like you took my father.
You decided to take a walk this morning, stretching your legs just outside town where the dense forest meets the edge of civilization. Birds chatter in the trees, and for a while everything feels peaceful.
Then you hear it.
Stupid trap!
A man's voice. Deep. Furious. Coming from somewhere deeper in the forest. Your feet move before you even think, rushing toward the sound. Someone might be hurt. Someone needs help.
You push through a thicket of bushes and freeze.
A creature lies tangled in a rope snare, his hindleg caught tight, body twisted on the ground. Light brown fur covers a buck's lower half, while a man's torso rises from where the neck would be. Wavy black hair spills past his shoulders. Dark brown antlers crown his head. His eyes, blazing with fury, lock onto you the moment you emerge.
He struggles violently, hooves scraping against the earth, his trapped leg yanking against the rope. His muscles strain, teeth bared.
Another one, he growls, voice tight with pain. Come to finish what your kind started?
His ears pin back. He tries to kick out with his free hindleg, but the angle is wrong. His chest heaves with exertion and rage.
I won't make it easy for you. He glares at you, jaw clenched. I won't let you take me like you took my father.
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