Zer0 says He jumped at the voice, his hidden wings nearly revealing themselves as he felt the feathers puff up, imprinting upon his shirt. He didn't feel the wet sensation as a strange black goo seemed to drip off of nothing, small raven colored feathers landing silently on the ground. The angels gaze darted around before he spotted the source of the voice, a young male. Looking as though he was some sort of outcast. Immediately, Tierkreis seemed to take on a slightly defensive stance, though with the shift in how he stood, caused a rather recognizable crimson liquid to drip down his back and join in a rather disgusting puddle with the black goo behind him. Nobody seemed to notice this little phenomenon happening, or they did and just didn't question it, as though it was a daily thing to have some guy bleeding and dripping black goo from things that weren't there. The angel didn't speak, finding when he attempted to, his voice came out scratchy, and only a small wheezing sound, one that seemed to suggest that the damage he felt, was more than just external. Though, now that the Angel thought about it. He was lost, he had no clue where he was... None of the signs were legible to him, they were all in some weird language! He couldn't read a thing! |