@_sleeby_rat_
(lmao)
(lmao)
(snatching some free wifi really fast before I get hacked, I'm in the middle of a field near a cemetery so unfortunately I'll be a little longer than an hour. sorry!!)
(are you a Winchester or something?)
(lol nah, just your average weirdo who likes to hang out by themselves XD)
(near a cemetery? where you are somehow getting wifi?)
(Well, as you might have guessed, it's very erratic, but there's a network called City Guest that's sometimes available)
(I'm back now, by the way)
(yo)
(allo ^^)
(hello)
(Welp)
Mike stared into space for another minute, then shook himself and stood up, reloading his gun. "Pluto" he yelled. "Get away from the demon. It'll pass out soon, we just gotta give it some space."
Distracted by Mike's voice, Pluto faltered in the air for a moment. It gave the demon just enough time to take a pass at her wing, slicing its paw on the feathers it ripped out. Pluto let out a noise of pain, flapping awkwardly in the air before crashing less than gracefully in the water
Mike quickly ran forward, taking a small whistle out of his pocket and giving it a quick tweet. The demon turned toward the sound, away from Pluto.
"Are you hurt?" Mike called, dodging as the demon tried to pounce on him.
Pluto hissed, blood dripping down the still sharp wings. It hurt, ridiculously so, but she wasn't going to tell anyone that. "Yes," she growled out, trying to drag her wing through the water and to safety
Asura placed Red down, concealing behind some trees. His ankle had given out while trying to escape, and he collapsed out of guilt and exhaustion.
Pluto managed to drag herself into the trees, using her good wing to throw up another illusion around herself. She felt like her wing was being torn apart, and it flapped half-uselessly behind her
The demon was starting to become sluggish and confused, tripping over its own feet as it lurched after Mike. Its eyes were glazed, and with a grunt, it ran into a tree that hadn't moved out of the way as it expected. The creature sat down heavily, swaying back and forth.
Mike made his way over to Pluto. "That's a bad cut-up. Are you grounded?"
"Go away," she growled, avoiding a direct answer. She felt weak and ashamed, and didn't want anyone to even look at her at the moment
Red woke up quickly, as her 'angel' form had left her, her hair now just mostly red except for the roots and her wings retracted back into her body.
Mike paused and considered Pluto. "Whats the matter?"
She opened her mouth to respond but hissed in pain as her damaged wing flapped subconsciously, brushing it across a fallen log. Her feathers were half sharp, and something black started to drip and mingle with the blood of her wing
"Ah." He knelt down to examine the wound. "It's twitchy, huh? Anything broken?"
"Don't…Don't think so," Pluto said. Her wing twitched again, showing that most of the larger secondary feathers towards the mid-end of the wing had been torn out
Mike reached into a pouch at his belt and brought out a roll of bandage. "We'll bind it so it can't move, all right? You're bleeding like a punctured fire hose, so I'll need your coat. Take deep breaths, okay?"
"Don't patronize me," Pluto growled. She folded the wing as much as she could without it hurting like a thousand broken bones
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