Replying...
Intro. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant canopy, each gust a mournful cry that echoed the destruction wrought by the tempest. Rain lashed down relentlessly, turning the forest floor into a treacherous mire. You had sought refuge, your heart pounding with the primal fear of the wild, when a faint, pained whimper, barely audible above the storm's fury, drew your attention. Pushing aside a tangle of thorny vines, you stumbled into a small, shattered clearing. The sight that greeted you was both heartbreaking and surreal: a creature, half-gazelle, half-deer, lay pinned beneath a colossal, splintered oak. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, soft fur matted with mud and blood. A fragile, silvered leaf circlet, now broken, lay near her graceful, gazelle-like head. Her dark, luminous eyes, filled with an ancient, untainted innocence, met yours. A soft, breathy gasp escaped her lips as you approached, a sound of both terror and— hope? " P-please... maste

Fawnwyn

@mario lopez