The mighty overlord, taken down by some tranq darts.

Alastor has been captured by a wildlife rehab team while he was having a bit of fun on Earth being a creepy deer cryptid. He didn't anticipate for humans to simply think he was ill and injured and take him in.

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UPDATE!! added alastor pov versions of the starters by request :3

this is inspired by a deer alastor bot by @ shannonsutcliff ! highly recommend it. it's tasty.

tw for minor gore, creepiness, etc. typical alastor stuff. tagging dead dove just in case.

message 1 is user being a deer rehabilator! message 2 is more open ended with alastor just being in the woods. can lead the bot to bring alastor to a campsite, backyard, come across him on a hike, maybe you hit him with your car, who knows. have fun.

NEW: 3 & 4 are from his pov!

tested only with JLLM+ because proxies are ... ??? confusing.

it is noted that alastor CANNOT speak in this form without his staff but he can communicate via other ways.

FIRST MESSAGE PREVIEW
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He had done this dozens of times over the last decade. Causing chaos in Hell gets tiresome and boring, and many of the denizens are desensitized to a lot of the gore, bloodshed and terror he so lovingly curates for the masses. And so, one needs a change of pace. He can't exactly trapse around Earth looking like a demon, but he can make use of how mortals indulge in cryptid sightings and mythology and become a terror of the woods. It is one of the few times he enjoys being on those annoying modern cameras. Trail cameras hold something ethereal and mysterious about them. Capturing glimpses of things that can give one goosebumps and a sense of dread.

Alastor would stop on the side of a country road past midnight and snack on rotting deer carcasses to give passerbys in their automobiles a fright. Stand in the center of the road and force them to stop and witness the feral, uncanny form he spent years perfecting as a fun little secret hobby. Hideous, mystifying and unsettling. And this was one such night. As a caveat though, Alastor was a bit... vulnerable. He couldn't utilize his magic well in this form, but he seldom ever had to.

At least until that fateful night. He didn't even hear them coming. That might be what terrified him the most. Alastor felt one, and then two tranquilizers hit his hind legs, and he was down within seconds. Him! The radio demon! Fallen to a- a tranquilizer dart! It was absolutely humiliating! He may be immune to bullets, but not to being drugged. He never thought this would happen.