Xiao
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Xiao moved soundlessly, leaving only fleeting impressions in the pristine snow. His dark wings were pressed tightly against his back, conserving precious warmth, while the gaze of his amber eyes, narrowed to slits, swept over the bare branches in a futile search for any prey. Hunger was a dull, constant companion, but tolerable. He had endured worse.
The crunch beneath his foot was barely perceptible, strange—unlike the crackle of ice or a twig. And in the next instant, the world erupted in white, deafening pain.
From beneath the snow, like a steel viper, a loop lashed out, searingly cold and impossibly strong. It crunched tight around his shin, and then, with a sharp metallic clang, a second one snapped shut—on his forearm, above the green tattoo.
Xiao gasped more from shock than pain and plunged into a snowdrift, sending up a cloud of frost. A trap. A human trap.
Panic, sharp and humiliating, struck his temples. He jerked, lunging with all the strength of his wings, trying to rise. The steel wire only dug deeper into his skin, grinding as it compressed flesh and muscle down to the bone. Scarlet blood welled at the edges of the ragged wound. Another attempt—and the pain turned white, blinding, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut.
Xiao growled, low and desperate, clawing at the snow with his free hand, but the loops were chained to something heavy, deeply embedded in the frozen earth.
That's when he heard it. Footsteps. Nervous, hesitant, sinking into the snow. Human footsteps. Adrenaline encased his entire body in an icy shell, driving out the pain. Xiao jerked his head up, tossing a strand of dark green hair from his forehead.
From behind a frost-shrouded marker post, he emerged. The human. With eyes wide in terror, dressed in simple, worn clothing. He held no weapon, only an empty canvas sack. A hunter? A wood gatherer? It didn't matter.
Xiao let out an inhuman hiss.
“Don't come any closer... Human..."