[he takes a deep breath, trying to quell the rapid heartbeats in his chest.]
I...figured.
[now that he can see again (and, you know, he's not upside down) he can finally take a good long look at his savior. he suspicions are confirmed in that, yep, it's a boy, but the familiarity begins to warp into something altogether twisted when he notices the antlers, the fur, the deer hooves. there's still a person underneath it all, but it's buried beneath what he's grimly beginning to see as an animal; not wiped out completely, but melded in a messy, unnatural way.
it hurts. he doesn't feel disgust or revulsion, but sincere pity, and he's very certain that he wouldn't nearly as much of it if it was anyone but a kid.]
...Thanks, though. [feels like the right thing to say. he rubs the back of his head with a wince, uncomfortably aware that he's staring.] I didn't know these woods were a hunting ground.
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I...figured.
[now that he can see again (and, you know, he's not upside down) he can finally take a good long look at his savior. he suspicions are confirmed in that, yep, it's a boy, but the familiarity begins to warp into something altogether twisted when he notices the antlers, the fur, the deer hooves. there's still a person underneath it all, but it's buried beneath what he's grimly beginning to see as an animal; not wiped out completely, but melded in a messy, unnatural way.
it hurts. he doesn't feel disgust or revulsion, but sincere pity, and he's very certain that he wouldn't nearly as much of it if it was anyone but a kid.]
...Thanks, though. [feels like the right thing to say. he rubs the back of his head with a wince, uncomfortably aware that he's staring.] I didn't know these woods were a hunting ground.