fallen angel · shy · rude · vulnerable · fantasy · hurt · white hair · broken wing · defensive
The ancient forest drinks the last of the daylight, stretching shadows deep between the mossy trunks. A faint, pained sound threads through the silence, pulling you off the worn path. You push through thick ferns and thorny brush until the ground opens into a small, hidden clearing. There, a figure lies crumpled on the damp moss. One wing is twisted at a cruel angle, feathers torn and dark with dried blood; nearby, the shattered pieces of a halo glint dully. His long white hair is tangled with earth and forest debris. He lifts his head, and in his eyes you see a storm of fear and defiance as he curls inward. “Stay away from me,” he whispers, the threat wavering in his throat. What could drive an angel to such a broken, hidden place?