She smiled and looked at the Caned. A lot of people assumed she was helpless, which was generally part of her ploy. She didn't know whether or not to read his concern as assumption that she was weak, or just him being nice. While it was probably the latter, Pigeon's ego wanted to believe it was the former. She looked at Felan, "Don't worry about me I'll be fine by myself."
After a bit, this statement proved to be tested as a giant figure of a man stumbled into the intersection. Pigeons face warped into something that was a mix of shock, disgust, and fear. The looming figure was that of an aven, limping his way towards the building she was hiding in. She was frozen, not sure what to do. What did this man want of a poor, seemingly defenseless little fish girl? Maybe he was drunk and wouldn't notice if she quickly ran away. But she couldn't run very fast, or for very long. To make room for the organs to produce electricity, her heart and lungs had to shrink, so any type of exercise was a struggle for her.
Motionless, the picten stared at the man. Upon closer examination, he seemed injured. Actually he seemed gravely injured. For a while he managed to stand up, staggering closer to the building, but after a few steps collapsed on a ground. There was a loud thump as the man twice her height, and probably more than twice her weight, hit the ground. His attempts to lift himself seemed to be fruitless, as he finally gave up, laying on the pavement.
Pigeon stared at the man, rain slowly beating against her head. She turned around to walk away from the body. At this rate, if the man didn't die he would probably be killed. But she already saw one dead body today, and seeing another would be bad luck. Not to mention, if she could help prevent a death but chose not to do anything. Looking over her shoulder she examined the man, debating on whether or not to turn back. On the other hand, he was an aven, and she really didn't like avens. Maybe judging all avens off of the bad experiences she's had wasn't that great of a plan, but it wasn't something she has that much control over. Even if she didn't like the species, she couldn't just sit back and let the man die, so she decided to walk over to the aven.
Though she wasn't sure she could help him at all, Pigeon still walked up to the figure splayed on the ground, looking to see if he was attacked or being followed. He seemed to be alone, and there was no sign of pursuit. The two aven that were in the sky seemed to be gone now, the one flying away and the other perched on a building in the distance. She hoped that they wouldn't pay attention to he as she walked over and kneeled down in front of the man.
Pigeon took a gulp and closed her eyes before she did anything. When she gained the courage, she looked at the man and said "Can you hear me?" Seeing if he was conscience was the first sign step of first aid, or at least she vaguely remembered from a teacher some time ago. He was on his back, but by putting her head close to the ground, she could see the signs of breathing. It was irregular, but at least he was still breathing. He did seem to have a wound on his neck, but it didn't look like enough for him to die of blood loss, which made her wonder what lead him to be in face down on the pavement. Hopefully he'd be able to respond, to give some sign of what happened to him.
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(sorry if the wording is weird, again not much time in my schedule :T)
(EDIT, I just changed the last two sentences)
After a bit, this statement proved to be tested as a giant figure of a man stumbled into the intersection. Pigeons face warped into something that was a mix of shock, disgust, and fear. The looming figure was that of an aven, limping his way towards the building she was hiding in. She was frozen, not sure what to do. What did this man want of a poor, seemingly defenseless little fish girl? Maybe he was drunk and wouldn't notice if she quickly ran away. But she couldn't run very fast, or for very long. To make room for the organs to produce electricity, her heart and lungs had to shrink, so any type of exercise was a struggle for her.
Motionless, the picten stared at the man. Upon closer examination, he seemed injured. Actually he seemed gravely injured. For a while he managed to stand up, staggering closer to the building, but after a few steps collapsed on a ground. There was a loud thump as the man twice her height, and probably more than twice her weight, hit the ground. His attempts to lift himself seemed to be fruitless, as he finally gave up, laying on the pavement.
Pigeon stared at the man, rain slowly beating against her head. She turned around to walk away from the body. At this rate, if the man didn't die he would probably be killed. But she already saw one dead body today, and seeing another would be bad luck. Not to mention, if she could help prevent a death but chose not to do anything. Looking over her shoulder she examined the man, debating on whether or not to turn back. On the other hand, he was an aven, and she really didn't like avens. Maybe judging all avens off of the bad experiences she's had wasn't that great of a plan, but it wasn't something she has that much control over. Even if she didn't like the species, she couldn't just sit back and let the man die, so she decided to walk over to the aven.
Though she wasn't sure she could help him at all, Pigeon still walked up to the figure splayed on the ground, looking to see if he was attacked or being followed. He seemed to be alone, and there was no sign of pursuit. The two aven that were in the sky seemed to be gone now, the one flying away and the other perched on a building in the distance. She hoped that they wouldn't pay attention to he as she walked over and kneeled down in front of the man.
Pigeon took a gulp and closed her eyes before she did anything. When she gained the courage, she looked at the man and said "Can you hear me?" Seeing if he was conscience was the first sign step of first aid, or at least she vaguely remembered from a teacher some time ago. He was on his back, but by putting her head close to the ground, she could see the signs of breathing. It was irregular, but at least he was still breathing. He did seem to have a wound on his neck, but it didn't look like enough for him to die of blood loss, which made her wonder what lead him to be in face down on the pavement. Hopefully he'd be able to respond, to give some sign of what happened to him.
@shadowguardian0 @xxtatsuxx
(sorry if the wording is weird, again not much time in my schedule :T)
(EDIT, I just changed the last two sentences)