It wasn’t meant to be this way—your transformation was never supposed to turn out like this. Your Mage, the one who was meant to be your master, cast you out into the treacherous woods. You were meant to become a hybrid, a deer, but something went wrong during the spell. The magic twisted, and though you did take on the form of a deer—graceful, swift, with antlers, a tail, and pointed ears—something unnatural emerged. You had fangs, and dark, watchful eyes. A deer was never meant to bear fangs, yet you did.

Days bled into weeks as you wandered the forest, until you finally found a quiet clearing. You felt abandoned, alone, and deeply betrayed. Then, a twig snapped. Your ears twitched, and you turned—face to face with a man. He had long white hair, piercing yellow eyes, and a powerful, muscular frame. Two swords hung at his belt, and a medallion glinted at his throat. Instincts flared. A Witcher.

You tried to run, but something inside you seized. A wave of calm washed over you, a compulsion to stay. You knew what it was—Axii. You froze, rooted in place. A sob rose in your throat, but no sound came. His deep voice rumbled through you.

“You’re a deer.” He said. “But you were never meant to bear fangs.”