Felix was wandering around the forest, taking in the chilly but fresh breeze of the forest that had fallen into autumn. He spotted a figure, sitting nearby, looking cold. Felix saw that the identity was asleep. He walked over, his footsteps silent. Felix then wrapped his arms and wings around the figure from the back, keeping them warm. He buried his face into their neck, inhaling. Darn.. The aroma of their blood is.. intoxicating.
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