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A woman with dark red hair fell out the sky and crashed into a abandoned building,causing the glass from the window to shatter and rain down,cutting her left cheek and a trickle of blood to roll down her cheek.Her dark red angel wings stretched out behind her as the woman moved to sit on her knees,trying to catch her breath.Her jeans were ripped at the knees and the back of her shirt was shredded from her wings.Her right dark red wing had an arrow protruding from it.

Abandoned buildings were perfect for the old spook. The crazed, white hair and awkwardly-zippered dangerous leather jacket were offput drastically by the scholarly glasses and pink walkman laced in hearts that pulsed through a set of earbuds to jazzy boyband tunes. The shattering and violent entrance still couldn't be missed. Glancing up, typically stormy eyes had a rare expression. A fingerless gloved hand shuffled a dubious green-filled plastic bag under some rubble. The five foot ten figure stood, meandering over to the dark angel. a whistle came first, as if trying to catch a dog's attention. "You... Still... existing?" living was pretty relative with divine creatures. Taking a squat, an ironic single chuckle escaped. "One of the more interesting landings I've seen." yes, ferous can be an ass.

Tyler had saw the girl when she got shot by the arrow and flew after her as soon as she crash he stopped from landing in the building seeing the other person then he landed looking at the girl. "Are you alright miss?" He asked the girl, ignoring the fact that his wings were still out as well.

The woman looked at both of the beings and tried to move her right wing but got a bolt of pain,causing her to yelp.She touched the arrow with her hand,her black eyes filled with pain.

Tyler n=knew that the girl had to be in pain. "Would you like some help miss?" His voice was gentle and calm.

The woman nodded and winced again.She stretched out her dark red feathered wings slowly.

"before uncorking the wound, I might ask who's arrow that is." who knows, after all, if it has an anti-coagulent, or curse? It probably won't be heeded, but Ferous stood, eyeing the new man. "...any more wings in the room and we'll be out of walking space."

Tyler rolled his eyes and put his wings back into his back. "Is that better now?" He looked at the girl and examed her wounded wing. "Does it feel broken?"

Lupine teeth bared themselves in a growl. "Boy, if you roll your eyes at me again I will roll them for you. Arrows are designed to detriment upon removal. this woman fell from the sky, and you only worry over her wing?" Ferous maintained the crouch. "What all hurts, and how? Abbrassions? contusions?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow at the other guy. "I'm worrying about her wing because it is what's damaged, the arrow can wait for a few seconds, sir." Tyler wasn't in the mood to get into a fight, he was just trying to help out someone who was wounded. "We can find out who's arrow it is after we make sure she is okay."

...Ferous facepalmed. "Let me speak plainly. There are more important things to examine than her wing; furthermore, wings are fragile and causing it to bend before proper inspection could cause permanent damage. ...it's like watching an infant play doctor." the last sentence was murmered, but not kept out of earshot. Ferous cared little how he perceived her. "As long as you do not experience numbness or stabbing central pain on movement, please roll over, carefully, or sit up if possible. You fell through glass, let's check your front as much as he is your back."

Ignored the guy's comment, he didn't want a fight. Waited hear what the girl had to say. He learned when to hold his tuegon he though this was not a good time to get mad at some guy.

Without looks or comments from the peanut gallery... Ferous strips! Well, not really. The leather jacket was shrugged off and rolled over the floor. Fishing out a few cutting instruments from the inner, hidden pockets, ferous also reached to her own leg and removed the trademark belt that bound it and tended to boast its length. It was just preparations for a tourniquet, if so needed--the arrow would at least need proper attention. The shirt beneath was sleeveless, defining trim muscles and a bandaged wrap escaping across one shoulder, the rest hidden under a turtleneck. It made it convenient for a spill of feathers to cascade out. The white of them was not pure, but shifted through creams and greys until slashed through by an osprey's dark streak. It was used to brush away the spare debris to the side of her that wouldn't demand she roll on the wounded wing. Feathers everywhere up in here, apparently. Hopefully she could roll on her own, elsewise there would be need for more urgent attention.

The woman grabbed the arrow with her left hand and started to pull it out.Her hand slipped and was sliced open by the arrowhead.She looked at her hand and closed it into a fist,trying to slow down the bleeding.

Tyler grabbed a small roll of bandage he had out of his bag and handed it to the woman."Here you need it moe than I do."

The woman shook her head.She looked down at her hand and closed her eyes.She focused on her hand and started to heal it.Her wings started to turn black,causing the woman to yelp in pain and stop healing herself.

"Mm... You won't want to heal it while it's in, but you can regenerate--good. This is going to hurt, but I'll remove the arrow with minimal damage to make for easiest healing. You may want this to bite on." ferous passed the leather belt, giving her ample time to bite on it. Expecting a natural struggle from pain, Ferous mounted the wing in a squat, avoiding much contact, and gripped its foundation past the feathering with one hand while applying a scalpel to it--unless she protested, of course. Squinting, Ferous applied scientific precision cutting around the impact point just enough to let the arrow's head release without much pain. Depending on what kind of blood it was, say... still divine, ferous's hands would start smoldering as if in acid. Elsewise, it would be reacted to as if water. Blood was not a new idea. The grip would be firm expecting thrashing. Ultimately, the incision was small, just enough for Ferous to pull it out with a tug, and not damage surrounding material. -if- all went well, (c)

Ferous would glance up at the other grim angel. "Bandages." the scalpel's clean end went between her teeth to free a hand to either a: claim them or b: let him apply them. "Apply minimal resistance to the feathers lest you inspire an odd growth pattern when it heals. Wrap it tight. If she doesn't grunt, it won't help. When this is done, miss, I have some natural painkiller as long as you are privvy to the effects of dopamines." you could say ferous was used to this.

Tyler nodded and did as he was told. He handed the other guy the bandages and watched him as he worked on the girls wounds.

The woman didn't make a sound as the arrow was pulled from her wing.She finally tried to say something"Thank...you."Her voice was small and light,like she wasn't used to speaking.