An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

G stands for Gamma

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... ]

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''See? It was not that hard...., when one behaves everything is possible''

Alpha mused, almost chuckled to herself as she watched with pride the result of her work rest peacefully over another set of warm blankets she had brought. The wings wrapped with finesse with the cloths from before, finally in their proper positions and seeing the small green glow starting to work through its wounds.

In a few hours, perhaps a day at most was what it would take for the bird to be healed completely like nothing happen, erasing what had transpired to him when he fell.

''Ah, it feels nice to some good work...''

She said as she started to take off the added cloths she had wrapped herself in, placing the knifes in their cupboards, the gloves in their shelves and the sheets of paper that for some reason were burned down the trash-bin.

Her lips wrapped in a thin, though genuine smile as she watched the sun timidly hide between some clouds outside, the warmth of its beings still felt over her skin like a warm blanket, the wind howling softly, almost playfully outside. Her ears perking a bit delighted as they caught on the singing tones of birds chirping out in the distance when before there was none. Seemingly joining rather cheerfully in this gleeful morning.

She leaned a bit over the table she had been working on, placing a hand holding her head. It really was a moment to spent outdoors, and she was more than sure that tonight night would be a clear starry sky.

Sadly... neither her master nor her guest would not be able to enjoy the experience for a while longer at least. Sighing loudly she looked at the still sleeping form of the bird.

True, she had to scare to death the little thing at first...and perhaps it not had been the best thing to do in retrospective, she had still a long way to go to do her best....but it clearly have proven effective enough when the little bird was too stunned to do anything but remain still like a statue.

And after a bit, it fell asleep..too tired by all that was happening to continue on. She would not have blame it for that. At least that way it could rest and gain some much deserved relief.

She slowly stretched her hand forward, stroking its feathery head, slowly....and kindly. Making sure that she did not wake it up on accident.

It was really soft, warm too...and the way its small, little chest slightly heaved up and down was rather cute. It made her heart fell a bit...fuzzy, because..as she had been working on its treatment she had come to realize what had trouble her when she first saw it.

In a way..., it felt like dealing with a child. Too small to understand what was going on, too scared to think rationally, wanting to get away to safety...wherever that maybe.

Her lips grew a little more stiff, her eyes not watery, yet no longer happy or grateful.

She too had been like that...

When her body ached and hurt so badly as the curse continued to claim what it wanted.

When people chased and tried to hunt her down, sometimes yelling hurtful things, in others just a pebble that managed by luck to struck her in the back of her head, making her scalp feel like burning while blood slid down her golden mane an into her back.

When she begged for help only to be slam in the face with just more bigotry and cruelty...

Yes, that was right..she had been afraid, hurt and fearful of what could come next...barely able to relax as everything turned blacker and blacker as the curse claimed more and more of her flesh. An agony that had marked her just as much as this would her small avian friend.