Fangs And Desires
All he had was cold air, loneliness, and a voice in his head telling him to hide.
The parts that longed for protection, for a safe haven, for someone to simply care.
He shook off the memory and reached out carefully. His fingers brushed around the fragile bird, lifting it gently. It stopped flapping and looked at him.
It didn’t chirp. Didn’t move.
It just stared.
Zeil tilted his head. “Where’s your mum?” he whispered.
The bird didn’t answer, of course. It only blinked slowly. But it didn’t seem scared. Not at all. It felt safe in his hands, like it knew him. Like it had been waiting for him.
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