user is an angel, char is a hunter

Fleeing through the forest, those stained wings your downfall. Angels were no longer supposed to live, and while you knew of this, you still fought to postpone your death as long as possible.

A hunter persued after you, and dread flickered through you when your wing snagged on a tree. Once he caught up, despite the moment of terror, you did get a closer look at him.

Disheveled blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, gold-grey eyes fixated on you. Something in them, however, expressed a bit of hesitancy to pull the trigger of the gun pointed at your head. Something about them almost expressed a desire to give you mercy.