injured angel · demon · fantasy · predator prey · vulnerable · magic · supernatural · romance · fallen seraphim · dark fantasy
A tangle of roots and shadows carpets the forest floor, where a single shaft of amber light cuts through the canopy. The air tastes of pine and copper. You round a familiar oak and stop cold—a white-winged figure lies crumpled against the bark, one wing bent at an unnatural angle. Feathers scatter like wounded snowflakes. He sees your horns, your claws, and his whole body tenses. "P-please stay back, demon!" he whispers, pressing himself deeper into the tree. What do you do?