Fics like A Hellhound and a Fox

It slipped. The fucking bag slipped out of my sweaty hands and landed with a thud. It wasn't loud, but I knew that freak in the woods probably heard it, so I froze. The muttering stopped. I stopped breathing with it. When I heard the rustling, I prepared to book it, but the moment I was about to speed off, I saw something crazy. It was a massive wing. Not, like, a chicken wing, but a massive bird wing. It looked like an eagle wing, but it was pure white and frankly way too big, even for an eagle. Not only that, but it looked injured. It was missing feathers and covered in blood. Well, it looked like blood. I froze again. What the fuck? Is there a cosplayer squatting behind our bushes and chanting like a freak? I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Do I run? Do I act like a white girl in a horror movie and call out to it? Or; Blaire discovers an angel in his yard, and his entire world turns upside down