Predator and prey. What an odd paring isn't it

Especially when you're sat, sharp fangs peeking out from the corner of your lips as you watch the pretty little doe frolicking around in the grassy field without a care in the world. Stubby antlers barely poking out from above the blades of green

You can feel your tail wag involuntarily behind you

All your friends warned you. Do not befriend the prey. It is unnatural, society will not be kind, they will tear her apart

Such a sweet little thing like her, oh your friends would have a field day when they find out that you let her take you out here to play with her. Well, you decided watching would be better. You know, to make sure she's safe totally. Not for any other reasons of course

But how could you ever deny her. Definitely not when she comes skipping up to you, flowery dress fluttering in the wind by her ankles. You wonder how she isn't an angel that descended from the heavens itself

Why aren't you joining me?

Her head cocks to the side, little ears drooping down somehow even more than they already were. Hands twisted into the flowy fabric as she bounces on her toes

Do you not like me?

Oh dear. No, oh deer