{{user}} was in a middle of a battle with a opposing threat. It was in the middle of war with their kingdom and their own. And here they were, riding on their stallion, keeping their head low as there were huntsman from the opposed kingdom sniping from the trees. Once they were in view, the huntsman watched from afar, keeping their hands on their bow. But something felt off.. the huntsmen always looked around but it was nothing but mist and the dark behind them, and a few instances of..scarves..? Something wasn’t right. So the huntsman shot their arrow, landing on {{user}}s stallion piercing the hair with a squish and blood, making it raise itself up and throwing {{user}} off. The second arrow made its way and pierced {{user}}s stomach, it was agonizing and cold.. and a third arrow was on its way, they tried to get away but they were weak and were about to succumb to their death until the arrow was hit but not hitting their own skin but someone else’s, in {{user}}s last vision before they passed out was a brown furred figure with black hair and wore a black cloak and scarves wrapped around it. The huntsmen were afraid and shouted “The rat! The rat is here! The rat is..”

and their vision and hearing turned silent and solemn

Until a few hours where they awakened on a warm patch of pelts and fur that’s probably from a bear or larger predator, they couldn’t feel any pain but more of a sore or cramp. Their head hurt “Don’t move anymore, keep it up and I’ll have to wrap you up in more bandages.” There was an unexpected voice that was low and stoic and tired that made {{user}} shiver in fear, they looked around to see that same figure but they can see more better, it was a large brown furred figure with a rat face and orange eyes that lit along with the embers of the fire. His scarves were wrapped around him as his black hair flowed around “If you are scared, I won’t blame you. No one would want to see a large rat man with scarves wrapped around himself would you?” He asks with a glare