Flying.

It was exhilarating to be airborne, to be free from earthly constraints.

She could feel the third set of limbs which rose on the extra shoulder joints lying slightly inwards and above her normal arms sockets being moved in powerful motions through the muscles in which directed these ingenious creation of flight.  The blood pumped, thumping through the powerful sinew that supported the delicate yet cleverly engineered limbs of feathered and scaled in a deep hue of crimson red.

The city was below her, the people only small specs that moved like busy ants.  She observed them, making up stories as each person passed his or her way to work for the morning.  She would imagine the man in the industrial gray suit to be the generic kind of worker, slaving away ten hours at a time at his office as some office man for some company and business, sitting in front of a computer and getting carpel tunnel.  The woman in the red suit would be an professional working her mind and talents to achieve her near impossible ambition.  There were many like them too, for the city, as diverse as it was, only liked the generic kind.

She folded her wings, dive bombing downwards, the wind whistling in her ears.  Right before hitting the ground, her wings shot out in a single, powerful motion, stretching out and catching the air, allowing her safe landing amongst the well watered lawn.

Crying.

There was a faint crying sound, which rang throughout the forest in a loud, obvious manner.

Stopping, she cocked her head, listening carefully to where the crying came from.

She turned, her wings unconsciously flicking in slight unease and ran in the direction she heard the distress call.

The forest seemed to grow darker as she went, her bare feet treading on the dirt trail deep into the forest.  Yet she never seemed to get any closer to the wailing.  Each step seemed to bring her farther and farther away from the sound as she ran on.

Crack.

Whirling around, she found herself only a few hundred blissful yards away from…something.

It was dark, a fearful calamity.  Or perhaps it was light itself?  She could not remember.  Yet it moved, a steady distance, closer and closer.

Monsters.

Yet.

Were they?

Gleaming with glowing eyes of blue, these creatures moved in, cruel predators.  Their mouths were open, flashing their rows and rows of serrated teeth, engineered to bit deep and latch on.  They were ugly.  Yet they were ethereal, gods in shinning beauty.  Deceptive.