*clutches at his arm* Please, don't get him angry. Just give him what he wants and he'll leave us alone. *shifts a bit, coming out more into the light. There is a fresh and bleeding wound where his right wing should be, looking as if it was ripped clean off his body* I'd rather lose my wings than my life.
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Date: 2006-08-10 01:12 am (UTC)