Just when I think I'm alone, I am very much not. That was the thing about the darkness. You never truly knew when the creatures of the shadows would present themselves. Today is no different and so when the gray stranger shows himself, I stop.
My silver gaze appraises him without expression. No more than a slight turn of my head, to better my view is given, as my name is purred into the atmosphere they share. I haven't met very many in my time in this life, so my assumption is he is rather significant.
A God maybe.
His statement though piques my interest as I have very little to give anyone. The simple selfish creature that I was.
Before I can mull over the thought too long, he moves --quickly. My muddy toned ears pin back at his intrusion, but as I feel the shearing pain at my wing, I pull against it. The weak hollowed bones crush effortlessly, and it is now that I understand my purpose here.
Blood seeps from the tears in my flesh as my body is stripped of my dove wings. I look down at the feathered masses, laying now on the forest floor versus held to my side. It was a freeing thing to not burden their weight any longer.
Surely, he is a God.
Kreed
Crown of Bone and Thorn