(this story was made via polls on my Patreon Discord. participants choosing what direction the story goes in. You are seeing the results of the polls as the story unfolds)

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another hiss and clack of teeth. your scared, a different kind of fear that you cant run from. you settle down, roosting just like you would to sleep only this time you do so in the shallows of the water. it soaks into your feathers, your final plea.
please, do not take the chick.
the Demon regards you for some time as the chick cowers beside you. you might not be its mother but you are its herd. you will your best to keep it safe.
finally, its great bulk leaves the water and settles into the dirt. Your Demon has never spoken to you, you dont think it can. but there is understanding all the same.
the chick is yours.
you both drink your fill. the chick keeping so close to your side its almost attached to you.
you feel.. wrong.
you feel like you have made a mistake. trotting with haste, you round to face your Demon, looking into its sharp yellow eye.