As you walk down the increasingly dark path, you start feeling relieved. Between the dark storm and the isolated road you feel like you're finally free to breath and be yourself. Your wings aren't attracting anyone's attention and their gentle glow is just enough to light your way. After a few minutes of walking, you feel so confident on the unendingly straight road that you close your eyes and breath in the air, fragrant with the scent of rain and distant petrichor.
With your eyes closed, your other senses are given free rein to take in your environment, when suddenly your left ears twitches and turns in the direction of some rustling. It sounds like a dog hurriedly tromping through the woods while sniffing wildly, as if it was chasing after something. The sniffing sound is getting closer and louder and, to your dismay, you realize that it's not just one creature, but a whole gang heading straight for you. You pick up the pace and walk faster and faster, but the sniffing speeds up too. You break into a dash as you hear the loudest thunderclap yet, heralding the rain.
As the rain comes pouring down, you slow down as you realize that the sniffing and rustling had stopped. You look around just to make sure nothing's around you or following you. After this unpleasant jolt, you decide to get home double quick so you walk at a speedy rate, even increasing the strength of your glow so that you can see better through the rain...
...An hour later the storm had passed, leaving behind a late evening mist. It was still early in summer so the sun had already set and twilight had nearly passed. The trees start thinning out, signaling that you're almost at the edge of your village. You heave a sigh of relief and reduce your glow a smidge, feeling safe once more. While walking, you turn around to give the road a defiant stare as revenge for the rude shock it gave you earlier.
But, with your head turned you didn't see where you were going and you bumped hard against someone. A pair of powerful arms grabbed your shoulders and a gruff voice says, "Whoa there, kiddo! Watch where you're going." You turn to look up at the person, and you see a mean looking werewolf with scars criss-crossing his face. Your wings illuminate that grinning face from below giving it a sinister look.
You're dumbfounded and just stare at him until you hear more creatures coming up behind you. More frightening still, you can hear chains being dragged on the road...
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