<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 wasn't sure what had happened, but all she knew was she was running down a strangely textured path, tall structures surrounding her. Battered wings fluttered helplessly behind her as tears ran down her face. Every once and a while they would gain power enough to lift her slightly off the ground, but would only give out a short bit later causing her to stumble and cut up the bottom of her feet against the rough ground. It was dark out, and no one else seemed to be around.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what had begun the chase or how she got into the strange environment--all she knew was the men chasing her were missing their wings and were wearing strange garbs she had never seen before. Briefly, when she had first seen them, she had wondered if their wings hid under the odd things they wore. They seemed just as baffled by her appearance as she was theirs, though as they began to grab at her body. She wore nothing--there was no need to wear anything where she was from except for jewelry.<br/><br/>She could hear the men behind her catching up and gave a loud cry of anguish as one had managed to grab her right wing, causing it to rip from the bottom, to the middle. A strange powder puffed everywhere and she fell to her knees in pain. The two men seemed to not care that they had hurt her so much, only laughing viciously at her overwhelming pain. She was hunched over on her hands and knees, heaving as she tried to take air into her lungs. Her vision was blurry from her tears and her mind could not clear itself of the sharp, shooting pains that invaded her.<br/><br/>One man grabbed her by the arm, lifting her by it roughly and pulling her to his face. He said something she didn't quite understand, her mind a cloudy haze and unable to process anything else. The rough treatment and subsequent movement had only made the tear worse and she was sobbing in earnest now, unable to hold herself up, her knees giving out and the man letting her dangle from his high grasp.