Pieces of Flesh

The sand beneath my feet looks like scorched rubble. I smell the air and it beckons me to let my wings loose. Now that my enemies have encompassed me, I must use my claws and teeth to save myself, then I shall hereafter flee to a distant land in terror for my life. In this land of science and medicine I had sought refuge but the people here were not akin to a being such as myself. Their violence a...