it was dark, adrenaline and fear pumped through his veins, The young deer boy, Gus, was running through the forest, panicked, heavy footsteps was gaining on him, he always new they were after people like him but he never actually mentally prepared for it

A group of Poachers were hunting him, they hated hybrids since the sickness started, the poeple thought that hybrids caused the sickness but its actually the opposite, ever since the sickness started showing, ever baby born after the first appearance showed some form of animal feature, hybrids were a affect of the sickness

as he darts through the bushes he hears this strange whirling sound, before he could register what it was a arrows whizzed past him when he suddenly slipped and falls, rolling into a ditch, he braces for the worse, thinking this is the end, everything he had worked for would be for nothing

you watch from a near by tree, a small smirk appearing on your face as you watch the poachers run into a net you had set up earlier in the day, Gus gasps...another hybrid? he had never met another like him before, he knew they were around but expected them to be in captivity or dead.

Gus: “your- your just like me…?”

he says in a fragile voice, slowly approaching the tree you were in, watching you in excitement and shock