A white blur streaked through the woods, bobbing and weaving through the dense undergrowth. The sound of her panting was only blocked out by the pounding of her heart which made her temples throb excessively. "Don't look back... just keep... running" The angel breathed to herself, ducking so to miss a low-hanging branch. Her feet were scraped up from running so hard barefoot, but she didn't notice the pain over the burning sensation in her left wing. A small hole in the base of her wing, surrounded by burn marks, hurt considerably worse than the rest of her wings, much of which were burnt as well. The once pretty gown she wore was in ruins, one whole sleeve was gone and the rest was tattered and burnt.<br/><br/>Aris wasn't sure how long she'd been running, all she knew was that she had to keep running or find some place to hide. She decided to dare an attempt to fly again, spreading her wings to catch the wind. A sudden jolt of pain quickly stopped that idea in its tracks.<span style="font-style: italic">The archers would have shot me down anyways...</span>she thought, knowing that was what happened to get her into this mess in the first place.<br/><br/>She placed her right hand on a tree, leaving a bloody smear on the rough bark as she attempted to regain her breath. Those demons had cut her, for what she wasn't sure, but they needed her blood. Her heart continued to thud in her chest as she pressed her back against the tree, sliding down the surface to sit. She couldn't run anymore, it would kill her. She shut her eyes, steadying her breath. She didn't even notice the sounds of footsteps over her shallow breathing.