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Leaves scattered across the dirt as a young Avien male sprinted through the trees. Twigs crackled under his talon feet and tears streamed his face. The arrow in his right wing numbed his muscles from the shoulder down, immobilizing them with venom while his blood turned his yellow feathers red. Another arrow hit the tree in front of him and he broke right to get out of his attackers line of sight.
There was a whooping sound as one cheered him on while another called for him to slow down. He heard the whistle and ducked just before the iron head of the arrow lodged itself in his head. There was a solid "thunk" when it buried itself in the bark of a tree ahead of him. Jumping a root and ducking a branch, he caught a glimpse of his hunting camp, where his trou
