[ A little voice. So little. Little and innocent and just like it used to be. The pained howling turns its attention to the boy, bones and feathers cracking, curling up further into a smaller cocoon of wings.
It's still angry, all it knows is rage, but its not moving to shred the boy into pieces. Instead it's heaving, shaking like it is either in terrible pain or holding itself back. ]
G͔̱͉̎̏̂̉̅̆̏͡O͙̰͔ͬ͛͢ ͖̩͔̥A͇̣W̻̹̪͔À͚̼̬̦̤̒̇͐̽ͦY͔̭̙̠͕ͨ́ͬ̽! THEY WILL HURT YOU!
[ 'They' is echoed like there are several voices, and the snarl that follows sounds like it wants to bite at itself. ]
I WILL H͈͈̟̘̗͚̤̑ͫÙ̻̞̞͎̖͗̋ͫ͌ͮͬR͍͍̅̏ͧͥͩ͝T̩̭̪̋̋̃͊ͬ́ YOU.
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It's still angry, all it knows is rage, but its not moving to shred the boy into pieces. Instead it's heaving, shaking like it is either in terrible pain or holding itself back. ]
G͔̱͉̎̏̂̉̅̆̏͡O͙̰͔ͬ͛͢ ͖̩͔̥A͇̣W̻̹̪͔À͚̼̬̦̤̒̇͐̽ͦY͔̭̙̠͕ͨ́ͬ̽! THEY WILL HURT YOU!
[ 'They' is echoed like there are several voices, and the snarl that follows sounds like it wants to bite at itself. ]
I WILL H͈͈̟̘̗͚̤̑ͫÙ̻̞̞͎̖͗̋ͫ͌ͮͬR͍͍̅̏ͧͥͩ͝T̩̭̪̋̋̃͊ͬ́ YOU.