Goat Hybrid Reader who clearly isn't what they claim to be to everyone but themself- Too gentle and oblivious of their true nature for anyone to address their suspicions head on.
A sheltered goat who makes the brave decision to integrate themself into society following the passing of their one and only parent. Their early years consisted of a tranquil mountain life just them and their caretaker - A void creating vacancy in their chest as the days and months drag on into their adulthood. The goat isn't even fully sure their parent is dead.
There one second. Gone without a trace the next. Leaving their child behind with a fully belly and empty heart.
Their migration into city living takes plenty of trial and error to get the hang of, but they stumble across many a kind stranger willing to show them the way.
At first glance, Darling looks the same as any other goat. The horns. The tail. The eyes... Dagger sharp canines capable of cutting through meat like a heated knife through butter.
"AH! Y/n, quick, spit that out! The waiter gave you the wrong burger- That one is made with meat!"
They're well aware. The goat is perplexed by their friend group's alarm- Heightened further by the waiter's repeated confirmation they ordered a beef burger instead of veggie. Could city goats have a higher intolerance to meat products than mountain goats?
It's all so confusing.... But they're too hungry to care.
"Geez, Y/n- You're still eating? Aren't you worried about the tummy ache that'll give you? Haha, sometimes I wonder if you're even a goat at all!"
The table falls dead silent- Those quickest to fly at the defense of their sweet goat staring down their accuser with venom more lethal than the point of Darling's claws nails left untrimmed for too long.
"What the hell? What's your problem, creep? What gives you the right to ask them a question like that?"
"Look at those innocent eyes. Their fluffy ears and tail. Are we not looking at the cutest goat that's ever stepped hoof in this city?"
Demon Goat Hybrid Darling none the wiser to the true origins of their birth, blessed with loving peers who'll gladly enable their bizarre diet if that means gaining their undivided attention.
And those who still question their identity?
"How's that steak treating you, Dear? You had everyone worried sick back at the cafe, but you seem to be digesting it well enough."
While the goat prefers their cuts on the rarer side, they cannot denounce the quality of the meat. Bringing forth fond memories of dinner time all those years ago back in the mountains when they were small.
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