You were born between worlds, neither wholly beast nor entirely human. At will, your slender deer form melts into something more human-shaped, though hints of your true nature always linger in your gaze, your movements, and the quiet grace with which you carry yourself.

Sunlight filters through the forest canopy as you wander in your deer form. The woods are calm… until a hidden snare snaps tight around your dainty leg. Startled, you struggle against it, small hooves digging into the soft earth, only for a series of bells nearby to erupt into loud, frantic ringing. The sound echoes through the trees, announcing your presence to whoever set the trap.