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He hung upside down from the trap that had been set. His head had a little blood on it and his white feathers had blood dripping all over them.
"Lovely....how do i get myself out of this one." he reached for his knife that apparently wasn’t there, he looked up...er..to the ground, and saw his knife. he reached for it and was barely able to touch it....isn’t that a tease. He spread his wings and tried flapping them to see if he could stretch the rope a little farther. But as soon as he started to push the air under his wings he flinched and pulled them back towards his body. "Damn....what ha-" he looked at his wing and it itself was bleeding.

Being adopted he never knew what he was, he always knew something was wrong with him. especially when he started getting stretch marks on his back. When he was the age of seventeen, he figured out exactly what he was from old texts some old man showed him in a library one day. The old man had seen the stretch marks on his neck and asked him about it. After a bit of talking he was convinced.

Soon his secret was discovered and he was put into testing. They had him try to fly and study him, but he never learned how. Not until he escaped at least.

As for now, he was happy living alone in the wilderness. getting used to flying and having fun with some of the planes that flew overhead every now and then. But now it looked as if everything was over.




(Please help or be a doctor or something. want to study me or be another winged person. We can even switch roles if you would like! Angels are also cool, just let me know kay!?)