Her Stag

Humans have forgotten the reason why they have a need to search for a lost love, whereas, therianthropes grew up never forgetting and forever hunting for their other half. Feeling pity for those who can shift into magnificent beasts, the Huntress, the Goddess Artemis, gifted them with the ability of The Sight. Upon a single glance into the eyes of your other half, a wave of bliss will overcome the body and lure you to your soulmate.

Or so the tale goes for many.

Therianthropes have to feel this pull, but what about their human counterparts? What if your lost half never understood why they had this urge to always find love? And that your destined lover was the last of a dead culture?

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"What on earth do you think you're doing to Actaeon?" A petite, fair-headed girl hisses at a wolf triple her size.

Dumbfounded, the large grey wolf hangs from one set of the mighty antlers of the girl's guardian.

Brandishing a large stick she swings it at the hindquarters of the beast, causing the wolf to release the antler and a loud yelp to echo through the forest.

Reaching up and swinging herself onto the back of the white stag, the girl looks down upon the wolf disgusted. "Don't even think about hunting deer ever again, or we'll be back."

And with that, they vanish into the trees.