<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Alida let out a surprise yelp as she was dropped by the man. Someone else had come from the shadows and attacked him. She couldn't see much as she fell to the ground completely and her delicate skin broke open against the rough pavement, causing more tears to appear. She clenched her eyes shut and hugged herself for a moment as she tried to regain her bearings, only opening them when all went silent once more.<br/><br/>When she looked up, the two men who had attacked her were gone and she was towered by a tall, light haired man. He seemed to stare her down for a moment, then took his strange garb off, throwing it to her. She gasped at his figure as the garb landed next to her--he was missing his wings. Her hand came up, her finger tips touching her lips in wonder and surprise.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Good luck and don't get ass raped."</span></span><br/><br/>Alida was confused by the strange noises the man made, but she could at least tell that he was speaking. The language, or what she thought to be language, was strange and she couldn't really decide if she liked it or not. She wasn't sure what he said, but it seemed he was giving her the odd garb. She looked at it curiously, wondering what to do with it. Alida stood on shaky legs as she held the cloth in front of her, examining and looking back up at the man's retreating form. She furrowed her brows, unsure of what to do, and instead held the cloth close to her chest as she chased after him. She limped most of the way, letting out soft whimpers with each step she took.<br/><br/>Her eyes were still glassy looking, but she was no longer crying. Her wing ached, her body was bruised and scraped, but she blocked all of it out as she tried to focus on following the guy. She wasn't sure if he had invited her to follow him or not, but he had helped her and given her a gift...and she was deeply terrified of being alone again.<br/><br/>When she finally caught up with him, she reached out a slender hand to grab his wrist, tugging him slightly to get him to slow down. Her eyes were wide as she took in everything around her, unsure of what strange objects in the area were. Her own home had large trees as big as the strange grey, tall structures, and were far more welcoming. She wondered if the structures were used in a similar fashion as the large trees. Her people lived in the trees, creating small homes and shops in the trees' hollow knots. Is that what people did here with these angular, grey trees?<br/><br/>She looked up at the man, examining his face, her own eyes begging for help. It was then she was drawn back to the fact the man did not have wings. He didn't seem different, so she didn't understand why he didn't have them. Her own wing hurt, and she wondered if his wings were ripped off. It seemed to her that the males around here were very aggressive and they had ripped her wing without thought. Perhaps something of a similar fashion had happened to him, but they had torn his completely off.<br/><br/>It had been strange to see such violence from the males. The males at home were very kind, gentle creatures. In fact, all of the people from her home were kind, gentle creatures. They would have never dreamed of hurting one another the way the men had hurt her. They couldn't even insult one another without feeling terribly guilty about it, even if they meant it. Physical violence had never been a thing she had experienced before, though there were many myths and legends about other strange creatures that did practice such a thing.