SuperWeapon [The legend of Nyaults]

§ Chapter Three §

[Dawn's POV]

    I strode down the street, avoiding everyone's gaze. It just made me uncomfortable to see all those bright and sharp eyes, especially looking down on me with pity or disgust.
    Nothing I could really do to fix this wing.
    The cat TV fellow tried to help. Maybe I can make him a deal. . .
    I rounded a corner to the same gas station and stepped in. My eyes seemed to light up at the food, soda's, and warmth. My feet seemed to guide me to a new soda can that had been abandoned by a shelf. Giving in to temptation, I took a sip of the bubbly cola.
After eating to my satisfaction in a shadowed corner, I departed and stood in the flurry of snow.
' 'Nice day, isnt it.' '
I flinched at the voice, my head whipping around. I almost hit the male's shoulder he was so tall. There he was, the cat man. I shook, my wide eyes locked on his. ' 'Y-Yeah. . . ' '
I ran. It was just a fight or flight moment, and my flight gave in.
I rounded a corner of a Walmart and hid behind a trash barrel. I breathed heavily and missed the light crunching of snow behind me.
The male slowly inched into my vision with a goofy grin. ' 'Sorry, but you look cool. Can we hang out? Please?' '
I huffed and patted the snow next to me. He sat down, his gaze traveling to my bad wing.
He picked it up. ' 'Golly, this looks bad. Do you mind if I help?' '
' 'No no, go ahead. It needs to be fixed.' ' I let my shoulders relax.
He got to work on my mangled feathered mess. His hands-er paws- what are they?- were surprisingly soft.
' 'How long have you been here? Ive never seen you around until you made your grand appearance.' ' He glanced at me.
I removed my beanie. ' 'A while. I tend to stay out of sight, storing up on food and water. All the middle class folk just hog it for their own, and to think homeless shelters were a popular need a few years ago.' ' 2054 was rough, especially in America.
' 'Ah. Im Nyato, by the way. Nyato Metta.' '
' 'Dawn.' '
' 'Nice to meet you.' '
  ' 'Same here- nGh!' ' I winced when he pulled a particularly bent bone. He apologized quickly.
' 'Its fine. Your a Nyault, correct?' ' I put on my beanie.
Nyato puffed out his chest, causing me to snicker. ' 'The first model,' ' He said pridefully.
' 'Mhm. Oh, hey, thanks.' ' I stood and stretched my newly-repaired wing, smiling.
He stood up. ' 'No problem.' '
I turned around.
' 'Hey, uh, this may be awkward, but, Im extremely lonely, and I really want a friend. Will you stay the night? Pleeeeease?' '
I exhaled and smiled. Theres one thing more effective than puppy eyes, its kitty eyes. How could I say no to that face.
He didnt even wait for an answer, he just gently took my hand and lead me there, talking and explaining with that same goofy grin.
For once, I didnt mind the company.