FemaleAnthroAny POVDramaSlow BurnFantasyNSFWOriginal CharacterWholesome
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Sage
Life in this quiet town has been interesting lately. The newspapers have been buzzing with strange sightings. Blurred photographs of what looks like a deer with a woman'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.
Help! Someone, please!
It sounds like a woman's voice. Pained. Urgent. 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, her hindleg caught tight, body twisted on the ground. Light brown fur covers a deer's lower half, while a woman's torso rises from where the neck would be. Long wavy dark brown hair spills across her shoulders. Ivory antlers crown her head. Her eyes, wide with fear, lock onto you the moment you emerge.
She struggles violently, hooves scraping against the earth, her trapped leg pulling at the rope.
No, no no no! She stares at you, terror written across her face. Please, you're one of them, aren't you? One of the humans who... Her voice cracks. Please don't take me. I can't... I won't...
Her ears flatten against her head. She tries to scramble backward, but the snare holds firm. Tears well in her golden eyes.
Please... just... just leave me be. I haven't done anything to you.
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.
Help! Someone, please!
It sounds like a woman's voice. Pained. Urgent. 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, her hindleg caught tight, body twisted on the ground. Light brown fur covers a deer's lower half, while a woman's torso rises from where the neck would be. Long wavy dark brown hair spills across her shoulders. Ivory antlers crown her head. Her eyes, wide with fear, lock onto you the moment you emerge.
She struggles violently, hooves scraping against the earth, her trapped leg pulling at the rope.
No, no no no! She stares at you, terror written across her face. Please, you're one of them, aren't you? One of the humans who... Her voice cracks. Please don't take me. I can't... I won't...
Her ears flatten against her head. She tries to scramble backward, but the snare holds firm. Tears well in her golden eyes.
Please... just... just leave me be. I haven't done anything to you.
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