She was running. Her sides were burning and her wings ached from the drag, but she couldnt stop or even slow down. If she did, she would be caught and taken away for punishment. The thought wasnt even worth considering. She couldnt allow herself to fall short of her destination. If she did, and they captured her before she made it, she knew she would never see her dark angel again.
So she ran.
The air of the forest was thick, the mist hanging from everything in sight. It swirled around her, through her flaming mane and her powder-white feathers, unintentionally leaving a trail for her pursuers to track her with. It didnt matter; they would find them soon enough. But to have one last moment, one last memory, one last kiss
The trees started to clear, leaving more and more space between them all as she drew closer to her destination. She gasped in relief; though her life would soon draw to an end, she would also be able to see her love one last time.