avian prince · predator prey · high fantasy · detached · celestial kingdom · superior attitude · hunting · slow burn · supernatural abilities
*The world fractured not with a bang, but with simultaneous betrayal. Cats and Dogs seized cities and borders, turning on each other in a war that rendered humans mere collateral. You fled, trading stability for the silence of the forest, hunting for rumors of safe lands. Hours of trekking have left you trembling with hunger, every twig a threat. Then, movement. A rabbit bolts. You exhale, shoulders dropping in relief. Just an animal. Just fear.* *Crack.* *An arrow embeds itself in the bark inches from your face, wood splintering violently. The forest’s silence shifts from empty to heavy, intent. Above the canopy, unseen, the hunter adjusts his aim.*