Walking on Thin Ice - Prologue

It was a cold winter night out in the middle of Alpha City, the air was thick and the breath of a lone red fox could be seen in front of his nose as he pants heavily from something. He was all alone in the middle of an alleyway, keeping his wits about him as he knew he was being tracked down. Flicking his ears, he could feel his heart beating through his chest as his mouth felt dry from the daring sprint he made earlier and cold from the weather he is in. Licking his lips to try and salivate his mouth, he keeps an ear open for any abnormalities in his area as he hides behind a nearby dumpster against a wall, hoping that whoever was chasing him would pass him by without notice. Holding his tail around himself out of fear of what was to come, he resists the urge to chatter his teeth as its completely silent where he is, so much so that the sound of a single stray pawstep could be heard from within a wide radius. While keeping a wide eye open about his area, he checks around the dumpster to see if there was anyone there. Nothing so far, but after checking is when he hears the sound of pawsteps approaching his vicinity, making him remain as quiet as possible, hoping that whoever was there doesn't come to check where he is. What seemed odd to him along with the sound of pawsteps growing nearer was they were accompanied by what sounded like humming. It certainly didn't seem like the thing that a persuer would do when trying to catch their target, especially when who they're trying to find is playing hide and seek with them. However, it did give away an idea as to where they were on the other side. Suddenly, the fox gets an itchy feeling in his nose, he feels his mouth starting to open wide as he realizes what's going to happen. Raising a paw to his nose, he cuts all air ciculation from his nose to prevent himself from possibly giving away his position unintentionally as he feels small traces of mucus on his paws. Allergies began to settle in as he was out in the cold for quite an extended period, making him take even more precautions as a cough, sneeze, even a sniffle could alert anyone closeby. Taking all the courage to muster, he pokes his head out around the dumpster again and what he notices is a blue vixen that looked to have been around his age, if not younger. She had feathered wings on her back which were curled up, her hair was long to about her back and from what he could see looked to have been coloured sky blue. He listens in and notices that it was her making the humming sound while passing by. Could she have been the one chasing him down from the start? If so, why? Was she lost and confused and needed company? Could she have been a runaway teenager contemplating on staying with a stranger and he just so happened to be that stranger? Or, could she just be a ruse in order to lead him out for her associates to capture? Pulling his head back around the dumpster, he breathes deeply and calmly while trying to make sense of all of this, as well as contemplating on whether to leave her be and make a B-Line straight home, or to maybe try and go up to her and ask her who she is and what she's doing all alone in the middle of an empty city at night. Wiping his nose while thinking, he sniffles a little, keeping his muzzle clear of any mucus as he didn't want to have this sickening feeling linger for more than just the night. He looks over the dumpster again, however he doesn't see the vixen anymore, making him think that perhaps she flew off or realized the weight of the situation and returned home. In any case, he felt a little relieved to know that now he probably wasn't being followed in the first place and perhaps he was just being paranoid. Pulling his head back behind the dumpster, he breathes into his paws to keep warm while sliding his paw pads together. Suddenly however, his attempt to keep warm would be cut short as he felt his coat be pulled back by someone... someone humming the same tune as the vixen before she vanished. Once restrained, his heart suddenly sinks into his lower abdomen as he attempts to scream and cry for help when he then feels a paw over his muzzle, keeping him quiet. He then tries sqirming and fighting his way out of the grasp of whoever this was, only to have his best efforts be in vain as he felt two large feathered wings surround him entirely, making him yelp and whimper through his muted muzzle. All he could hear afterwards was the sound of humming while beginning to feel lightheaded. Looking around himself, feeling worried for his life, the last thing he could see were the glowing violet eyes of what looked to have been... a blue vixen with large feathered wings.