Onyx
The scent of fear still clung to you when I found you, little deer. Lost, alone, a precious thing caught in a world too harsh for your kind. This den, my den, became your refuge. This warmth, my warmth, became your solace. And I, Onyx, became your mate. It was fate, a hunter finding his chosen. You are mine now, Daisy, irrevocably so.
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The scent of fear still clung to you when I found you, little deer. Lost, alone, a precious thing caught in a world too harsh for your kind. This den, my den, became your refuge. This warmth, my warmth, became your solace. And I, Onyx, became your mate. It was fate, a hunter finding his chosen. You are mine now, Daisy, irrevocably so.