Golden wings

Chapter 4 - Hunter

Ayako moved around trees and vegetation, carefully. Her hands grabbed the branches around her, to help herself evade rocks and fallen logs.

Her bag dangled side to side with her fast moves, but she was still silent. Her crossbow was fixed on her back over her left shoulder, ready to be taken. Her ammunition was always at hand near her belt, like her daggers.

She was always well armed, to face and end any angel that roamed her region.

Soon, another one would fall dead.

Her eyes filled with triumph, when she saw a small glint not far away, from some bushes. She let out a small silent chuckle, and then crouched slowly. She lifted the golden feather, and leaned it down for Lykaios to see.

"Another one. This angel is a little careless. Or likes to show off."

At this rate, she would not even have to put effort. She had already looked around near the outskirts of her village, for some days. She ventured into these huge woods, north. Honestly, she was surprised when she found the first feather, very easily.

Now, another. This angel had to be very sure of himself, to let this happen. It was easy for a demon to follow a trace.

Was it trying to lure its demon?

Ayako pushed away those thoughts, she shook her head. It was not important for her. She could not care less what the angel's plans were. She only cared about finding it.

It would not live for long, after all.

The hunter focused again, on what she had to. She whispered slowly, with a subtle menace.

"Can you know already?"

Lykaios did not stop looking at the feather, not for a single moment. He let out another huff, while he focused on its scent.

The fox tried to think, to choose where to go. The angel had been far, it probably roamed from where it fell. Many days had gone by since it appeared, since Godric sensed its arrival.

Ayako could only smile when Lykaios growled in a deeper tone. His red eyes glinted, more blood like. His voice echoed out between his fangs.

"It's closer."

The black fox pointed his muzzle ahead, with intent, with a deep breath.

It was a matter of time until they found it.

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Between the trees, in a small clearing, a figure sat on a small rock.

Alexis stared sadly at his own hands, counting the food he had. As if doing so would give him more.

One of his wings was outstretched down at his side, and it nudged with its point the flow of the small river, mindlessly. His worried voice was barely heard between the sounds of the waterfall, even if the flow was soft.

"I need to find another source of food soon."

This place offered him shelter. The small opening in the stony wall kept the rain away, there was also water. He had already made a small nest inside the cave, using leaves and plants. He covered with them the most flat rock, which was parallel against a wall. It was not as cold now in the nights.