Coax had been warned his long, long life not to go near hunters. "They want your wings" they said. "They'll kill you as soon as they see you."

He wished they had been right about that part too.

Having gotten captured weeks, maybe months ago, his wings ripped from him and tortured on a daily basis, he felt his grip on sanity slipping away.

He curled up and whimpered when he heard the door open.