<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/>Izu shook his head at her,<span style="color: #BF0000">“No. Dammit. I’m not mad at you. This just…” </span>Alida looked up at him with her eyes still wide and glassy as she tucked herself further into her left wing.<span style="color: #BF0000"> “It’s weird okay? There is a naked girl with wings in my home, and to make things worse, she is really fucking hot and…”</span>he stopped talking for a moment as he looked at her, his eyes slightly widening.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>“Fuck. That doesn’t look good…”</span>he said as he came towards her. He tried to reach for her, but she gave a whimper moving backwards away from him. He looked hurt by the action, but she wasn’t sure and he began to speak in soothing tones, gesturing to her wing and side. She looked down briefly and saw the blood, distantly realizing that perhaps the loss of blood was what was making her so dizzy. He motioned her forward and she came to him slowly, still unsure and afraid. When she was finally close enough, he began to gently unwrap her wing, saying something as he did so. He sounded a bit worried.<br/><br/>He left her for the waterfall room and she heard a lot of strange sounds, followed by crashing.<span style="color: #BF0000">“God damn it! ALL THE THINGS! ALWAYS THE THINGS!”</span>she heard Izu shout and she cowered into herself at it, wondering if Izu was okay or if he was showing his wrath to some other thing. He finally returned, though, with some sort of needle and thread in his hand, speaking to her for a moment as he walked over. He put the items in his hands next to her, grabbing a strange bottle of liquid and taking a drink from it. He then thrust the bottle at Alida, who only looked at it cross eyed as it touched her lips.<span style="color: #BF0000"> “Drink the rest of this as fast as you can, and try not to throw up. You’ll need that in your body,” </span>he explained as he watched her take a small sip.<br/><br/>Her face scrunched up and she sputtered, disliking the taste. She shook her head in the negative, pushing Izu’s offered drink away. He would have none of it though as he pinched her nose once more, causing her to open her mouth and he forced her to drink it. She didn’t very much like it, feeling the burning of it as it went down and tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she did her best to drink the liquid. She finally just took the bottle from him, disliking the fact she did not have control over the drink. She decided to just drink it and get it over with, as it clearly meant something to the man.<br/><br/>After a while, with Izu constantly cleaning her wing, Alida began to feel funny. She looked at Izu with lazy eyes and frowned at the fact he was wearing the strange garb again. She snapped at the elastic, and Izu took his palm to push against her forehead gently to push her away. He scowled at her, but she was undeterred.<span style="color: #408000">“Hnngggggg,”</span>she whined as she reached up her hand, letting her slender fingers tangle into Izu’s messy hair. It was so soft and she giggled at the feeling. For some reason she was sure his hair would be as rough as bristles, but it seemed his hair was much softer than his attitude.<br/><br/>Eventually Izu grabbed her face, causing her lips to poke out like a fish and her eyes crossed for a moment as she tried to focus, straightening as she managed to take in his face clearly.<span style="color: #BF0000">“This is going to hurt. A lot,” </span>he said as he made a weird face which she took to mean pain. He pointed to the needle and thread in his hand, then to her wing. Even in her state she understood that he was planning on stitching her wing. She tried to look at her wing but almost fell over with the action and Izu managed to catch her by her shoulders and steady her. He reached for a pillow, showing her a biting gesture. For a second she wondered if the pillow would eat her too, but realized he was telling her to bite into the pillow. He set the pillow into her lap. She picked it up, hugging it to her frame and smelling it. It smelled just like him and she found that oddly comforting…<br/><br/>At least until she felt the needle piercing into her wing as Izu began his work. She let out a yelp, but muffled it as she buried her face into the pillow. Each stitch stung and a sharp pain would make its way up her wing and down her spine as Izu pulled the wound closed. She did her best not to move, though Izu did have to rest his hand on her shoulder every once and a while to remind her to stop fidgeting. It was difficult, though, as the pain was very great and until yesterday she had not experienced such awful sensations. She was definitely not a fan.<br/><br/>Soon he was done and Alida continued to cry into the pillow while Izu wrapped her wing. When he was done and she didn’t feel anything but the left over throbbing of her wing, she slowly looked up from the pillow to see Izu standing in front of her. He helped her stand, though her legs were wobbly with pain and alcohol. She was sniffling, a few tears still making their way down her face.<span style="color: #BF0000">“You took that pretty well, Alida. Good job,”</span>he said with a smile, his voice rather soft. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but she gave a small watery smile back happy to see him happy. His face twisted though, an irritated look overtaking his face before he spoke again,<span style="color: #BF0000">“Just try not to bleed on my floor next time…”</span><br/><br/>Alida was baffled by his sudden change and her tears returned full force, unable to really control them as the alcohol coursed through her system. She covered her face as she cried and then, for a reason unknown to her, she became irritated. Izu was so hot and cold, and his inconsistent treatment of her seemed to ignite a fury she had never known before. She dropped her hands from her face, her chin still quivering and tears still falling and she pushed him. She wasn’t very strong, so it did nothing much but make the man take a step back and she began to speak to him very angrily with a slight slur. She was telling him he was a very mean, moody person and that it wasn’t fair that he was always scaring her. But after she was done with her rant, it seemed like she came back to herself—though still very drunk, and then brought her hands to her mouth in surprise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">“Zu’u los krosis, Izu…” </span>she apologized sincerely. She didn’t know what had come over her. She had never felt that emotion before and found that she did not like it. She wished she had not said anything, even if he did not understand her. He was just trying to help her and he probably had no idea what to do any more than she did. She pouted and looked away from Izu in shame, but then noticed something in front of the window. It was a potted plant that looked severely neglected and she gasped in shock. She stumbled her way over to it, then picked it up, looking back to Izu in horror then back to the plant.<br/><br/>She gave a frown, her brows furrowing in irritation. How could Izu let something so beautiful just wilt away and die. She gave a sigh, her eyes cutting to look at Izu once more with something akin to disappointment. She set the plant down and then gently touched it with her finger tips, the plant suddenly springing to life, even a few flowers blooming from it. She didn’t understand why Izu let it wither as it had. All the plant needed was a small touch. She had yet to realize her and Izu were not the same creature and that he did not have the same abilities as she did. Feeling satisfied the plant was now healthy and thriving again, she turned to Izu with a frown.<span style="color: #408000">“Fahvos fund hi nunon vos nii dir?” </span>she asked, obviously sad by Izu’s lack of care for the plant. She had asked him why he would just let the plant die.