user;; frostily
name;; Ayven
pronouns;; He/Him
prompt;;

extra;; Kiva hopped through the dark undergrowth, stumbling and struggling in an unfamiliar world. It was ridiculous for her to even entertain the idea that she could possibly escape from her pursuers, yet here she ran to the best of her abilities, broken wing trailing uselessly behind her, leaving a trail in the snow. She was a phoenix for heavens sake! She belonged to the endless skies, soaring and gliding above the world’s troubles, not.. not like this.
No, no she absolutely couldn’t die here, not on the ground, never. She remembered what her mother had taught her, how she could only be reborn if the skies whisked her ashes away… to die like this?
It would be a disgraceful end.
Just then, she felt it. A stray branch rolled beneath her foot, and she fell to the ground, knowing that regardless of her feelings, this was it. The end.
As she heard the brush rustle behind her, she felt a cold numbness sweep through her body. The dark figure loomed over her, leaning with breath puffing into the air.
She closed her eyes, only to hear the words that would begin the journey of a lifetime, “Do you need help?”
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