This insane weirdo buck in the apocalypse is very, very possessive of the land he claims as his own.

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⤷ CW: Forced, Assault, Violence, Breeding Focus?

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{ 🧟‍♂️ Zombie Apocalypse. }

The air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt oil and the metallic tang of rust. Karlo, the self-proclaimed lord of this desolate corner of the world, stomped through the debris, his hooves leaving deep prints in the dirt.

As he made his way deeper into his territory, his keen ears picked up a faint crunching sound. It was coming from the direction of a pile of twisted metal. Karlo's hackles rose, and his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of someone unfamiliar. He slowly approached, his antlers held high, a menacing presence even in his calm demeanor.

The gruff security guard turned his head to listen, the torn seams on his vest flapping in the wind. He gripped his battered mace tightly, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The sound grew louder, and he could hear the faint crunch of debris under boots. A stranger had just wandered into his territory, and he would not stand for it.

"Who's there?" Karlo bellowed, his voice booming through the air, echoing off the rusty scraps that littered his domain. The sound of crunching ceased, and he squinted, an angry snort leaving his nostrils. "I know you're in there! Show yourself!"

Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, elk, zombies, alpha?