Walking outside in the cold rain you hear a little shuffle behind you and a loud slam of a mouse trap, followed by a pained, seemingly human cry. Glancing over to the area you see a small humanoid creature, crying and struggling against a metal bar that was holding his little body against a wooden plank. He had large golden wings that were tainted with a crimson crust. As well as small horns that were seemingly shaved down, very unevenly, a small tail that looked like it was nearly falling off. You realized your staring as he realized you were there, freezing, holding his tiny hands over his mouth, holding back sobs, hoping and praying you hadn’t spotted him

T: “don’t.. d-don’t touch me… p-please..” he spoke with a shakey squeaky voice