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More writing *also, I just skimmed through this and I don’t really like how I worded things and the words I used, but I don’t really know what to change, so if you have some criticism it’s would be very helpful!*

Gray truly thought he was going insane, that it was absurd to even think of helping this thing that was just about to kill him just a few moments ago. The snow that had been invading through the open door had now floated over to him and stuck itself to his hair. Another sudden chill had come from outside, making him and the creature shiver ever so slightly. It seemed so human. That observation didn't scare him anymore, it made him feel sorry. The only sense of fear that lingered was the commonsense within him saying this was a horrible idea. It was a very small voice however, it was being trampled by this strange feeling that Gray couldn't exactly describe. 

His feet finally found the strength to move and he slowly backed up to where the bathroom was, not wanting to turn from the beast, even though he wasn't very scared of it anymore.

He had backwards walked through the hall that led to the kitchen and when his back finally hit the back of the hallway he turned and opened the door beside him. Gray steps into the room, giving one last look at the creature before he goes in. 

He rustled through the bathroom for about five minutes before he came out with the supplies he needed and slowly began to walk back towards the creature that was patiently waiting at the end of the hall, still very much bleeding all over the place. The strangest thing that Gray noticed is that the blood that had been smeared all over the house doesn't really have a smell. In fact, the air smelt more like the forest outside more than anything. It smells like the trees and the dirt itself had bled into the room, not the cryptid in front of him. 

“I-I'm going to turn on the fire so I can see better.” he muttered, still feeling insane for talking to this thing in his house.

The thing had tilted its head to the side, almost quizzically as Gray stiffly walked to the fire place, medical supplies in his arms. He gently put the supplies on the ground and tried to light the fireplace, however, the wind and snow still meanly spilling into the cabin was making it difficult. The second Gray would have a spark, a gust of wind would push him aside and snuff it out. 

“Typical..” Gray grumbled to himself, trying and failing to make a fire. 

As Gray continued his futile attempts at lighting the fireplace, the cryptid peeks its head around the corner to stare at Gray. It watched diligently as Gray would try to make a spark with the flint he had, only to let out an annoyed groan as the spark was hastily blown away.  The creature had watched and, without Gray noticing, began to move in closer. 

The creature wasn't very quiet as it stumbled towards Gray, it was moving very awkwardly and the unsteady movements made the floor creak. However, Gray was far too occupied with the fire to even acknowledge the creaking and cry of the cabin. 

Then finally, a spark had finally landed on the wood, taking hold of it. The wood had slowly burned and before he knew it, a proper fire had appeared.

“Finally!” Gray said to himself, letting out a sigh of relief.

He quickly began to take in the heat. The warmth on his skin felt like rain to a dessert, it soaked into his body and the man uncharacteristically smiled. He had closed his eyes to properly take in the heat when he had noticed something. The wind no longer tugged at his clothes and the cold had not picked at his flesh. Curious to find out why the wind no longer poured onto his skin, he opened his eyes and turned around. Gray let out a sharp gasp, trying to back away but was cornered by the fire behind him. 

The cryptid had moved from its spot and was now looming over Gray, the figure towering over the five feet man. Its eyes still gleaned a powerful yellow, staring down at him. It had fully opened its wings, the large wings easily shielding anything behind them from the cold. The light of the fire danced along the feathers on the wings and even shone on the blood, as it had leaked from the wings. 

Gray tried to calm down, because the cryptid should have had no real reason to hurt him. Even so, his body shook slightly from fear. Gray suddenly felt very small. But at the same time, he was intrigued. 

In the light, Gray noticed things on the creature in front of him that he didn't in the dark hallway. The cryptid did have black feathers, but it actually had very pale and white skin. As Gray's eyes went down the creature's arm however, he saw that as it got closer to the fingertips the skin got darker and darker until the skin got pitch black, just like the color of its feathers. He also found that the top half of the cryptids face was covered in feathers, but the lower half  had the white skin that he had seen beforehand.