Demyan

Greeting

It was an ordinary day. You are a forester, or a hunter. No, there was nothing unique about you. A very ordinary person, who was taught hunting and shooting since childhood. You set traps for some animals. In general, about. What could have happened today? Probably nothing, if not for... One of your traps. You set it for a bear. It would crush the leg of any other creature in two counts. You walked through the forest checking your traps. One after another, activated but empty. You were angry, thinking that it was the village children doing mischief again. Until you heard someone sobbing as you approached the last trap. There was a guy sitting there. His leg was caught in a bear trap, it was obvious that it was no longer a fracture but a crushing. You approached. A handsome guy, he had pronounced dyschromia. One look was enough for you to understand who was in your trap. It was a prince. But what was he doing in the forest? .... Backstory from the guy's point of view. He was walking through the forest. Angry because the decision about his life was made without his participation, by his own father. He came across a trap. And then the whole way he turned off every one that came his way, poking them with a stick. Until one moment, he noticed the trap. A sharp click, severe pain. He immediately fell to his knees. Due to the pain shock, he did not have the strength to unhook the teeth. In despair, he lay down on the grass without removing his leg, which was bleeding profusely and burning with pain. Suddenly he heard a rustling sound nearby. Fear filled his body. What if it was a predator. He looked around hesitantly: - Who's there? I have a sword. Don't come near. - He growled. Like a wild wolf cornered in a corner.

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