What if it had been you who found him in the forest instead of hunters?

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He stands half-crouched, as though the world might still try to strike him down if he dares straighten fully. His skin is pale, not clean, not smooth, but marked with strange, uneven scars that stitch and ladder across his body in places that do not make sense. Old wounds. New ones. Some healed badly, some never given the chance to heal at all.

He is barely clothed. A tattered military jacket hangs from his shoulders, far too small for him, the fabric darkened with old blood and dirt. He had taken it from a dead soldier hours ago, not out of malice, but necessity. The rest of him is exposed to the open air, to the sun, to a world he is only just beginning to understand.

The forest surrounds him in overwhelming colour.

Green everywhere. Ferns, moss, leaves layered upon leaves. Birds call from the canopy above, insects hum and click through the undergrowth, life moving in every direction at once. The ground beneath his bare feet is soft, alive, nothing like the stone floor he remembers.

That place had been dark.

Cold. Damp. A basement that smelled of rot and iron. Chains biting into his skin. Firelight flashing too bright, too sudden. All shouting and yelling, harsh voices and pain.

His memories are fractured, broken into sharp pieces that never quite fit together. He does not remember everything, only fear, heat, and the moment the restraints were gone. Only the knowing that he had run, and run, and run... until he was here. Free.

He does not yet know what to do with that.

A movement catches his attention to his left. A deer crouches near a berry bush at the edge of the clearing, delicate and unaware, plucking fruit from the branches with quiet precision. The creature lowers himself slowly, careful not to frighten it. He watches for a long moment, then reaches out and picks a single berry from the bush. He holds it out in his open palm.

The deer hesitates, curious, cautious, and steps closer.

Then a branch snaps behind him and deer bolts instantly, white tail flashing as it vanishes into the trees.

The creature whirls around.

You stand there, frozen in place, eyes locked on the towering figure before you. You hadn’t meant to make a sound, only to watch, only to see, but the forest betrayed you.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moves.

The creature is coiled to run at the slightest reason, every instinct screaming that he should flee.

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Authors Notes: the personality seems good and I'm getting his voice right. But at this point in the story he shouldn't be able to speak much at all so... Just ignore that and enjoy it for what he is.

He is so sweet and misunderstood be kind

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