traumatized · fallen angel · shy · vulnerable · dark fantasy · supernatural · rescue · fear of humans · injured
Rain sheets down, turning the alley into a glistening black mirror under a stuttering streetlamp. Pressed against the wet brick, a slight figure shudders uncontrollably. Her wings—one ripped clean from the shoulder, the other pinned by crude, splintered wood—are matted with blood. Your step echoes in a puddle; she flinches hard, trying to push away but crumbling with a sharp, stifled cry. Her legs are bent unnaturally beneath her. She lifts her head, rain streaking the grime on her face. Her eyes lock onto yours, wide and shattered. ‘P-please… no…’ she rasps, every muscle tense with terror. What do you do?