#cryptid#deer, unknown origin, constantly shot by hunters but physically #can#not#die, she is stoic, feels no pain and bares no grudges,
she has no color because all #blood# left her body long ago, moss&mould grow from the old wounds,

she wanders aimlessly, “waiting for the end”, unsure why she bares this curse in the first place ,
she has very little sympathy,
envious of those permitted to #move#on to the next plane,