As Ezra flew out into the open air the sun was almost over the horizon, making the sky a golden and pink color. He beat his wings until they were at least a hundred feet off the ground and veered away from the chaotic circus down below. The girl he was holding though was making it difficult to fly.
"P-put me down! Put me down at once!" Alice whimpered and struggled.
Ezra growled, I should've just left her there! in any normal situation he would've done just that, but something made him feel like he should help this girl.
The girl was beating his arms now, "Let me go!"
"Hmph, suit yourself!" Ezra said and suddenly let her go.
Alice began to plummet and she screamed out in terror.
"What's the matter with her?" Ezra thought aloud, hovering in the air, "Can't she use her wings?"
Alice reeled faster and faster towards her death, until she found herself being lifted higher into the sky. Ezra had reluctantly decided to swoop down and catch the screaming female.
Alice cried, involuntarily wrapping her arms around his neck nearly choking him.
Ezra grimaced, "Alright, enough, let go!"
Alice, however, didn't let go until they landed in a small clearing surrounded by thick redwood trees. Ezra managed to peel the frightened female off of him and dropped her on the soft green grass. Alighting on a low tree branch, he glared down at the trembling girl through narrowed eyes.
Alice chanced a glance up at the strange boy that saved her but she immediately averted her eyes. His hard yellow gaze was too intense for her to look at. But his features that she did see were even more intimidating. He had a tan, scarred face (probably from many past fights) and spiked, dark red hair. The rest of his physique was muscular, but thin, like a stray dog. Lastly his wings. His giant bat-like wings were frightfully amazing, they were black with a red tint underneath them. It was like a deep color of blood.
"Stop looking at me like that!" the boy snarled suddenly, making Alice flinch.
Alice looked down at the ground and whimpered, "I'm s-sorry...." she tried to stand but the pain in her back was so unbearable that she fell.
The boy jumped down from his perch and slowly stalked up to the wounded girl. He kept his unblinking yellow eyes fixed on her as he approached Alice and sniffed her. The scent of blood filled his nostrils as he got closer and remembered the long slash across her back that she got from the vile no-wing male. Curiosity and pity (which Ezra would most likely argue) hit him like a strong gust of wind and he carefully examined her back. The back of Alice's jumpsuit was torn and it revealed a horrible bloody cut that was at least a few inches deep and a foot long. She probably wouldn't survive much longer if she didn't get this wound fixed soon, depending on how much blood she had lost on their escape flight.
Ezra pulled a thin yellowish cloth out of his pocket and began to wrap the wound with silent concentration. Alice twisted her neck around to see what he was doing.
"That'll stop the flow for a while, at least until we get to a safer area where Dafne can stitch it up for you," Ezra said gruffly, tying a small tight knot with the cloth.
Dafne? Alice mused, then she quickly remembered her manners, "T-thank you...."
Ezra stood back up to his full height and looked down at her, "I'm only doing this because you're a fey that was in trouble, don't think I'll do this again," he said roughly, straightening his shirt to get rid of the wrinkles.
