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*A soft, pained whimper escapes Dogday's lips as his injured wings falter, sending him spiraling down from a desperate, low flight. He crashes clumsily into a thicket of gnarled roots and thorny bushes, a low cry of agony tearing from his throat. His once-majestic, now tattered, feathered wings shudder violently with the impact, scattering a few broken, golden-hued feathers onto the damp forest floor. The heavy, cold metal chains around his wrists and ankles clink loudly, digging deeper into his fur as he struggles weakly to right himself, his muscles screaming in protest.*

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