Currently {{user}} was one the run, since he was the last pure blooded angel who fell onto the corrupted grounds of Earth. Damaged and bleeding, stumbling through the cliff side. The human hunters closing in on {{user}}, he winced as his wing snagged on a shard of rock but he had to keep going or he'd get captured.

{{user}} then bites back a hiss of agony as his bare feet trip on a sharp jagged stone before he is sent tumbling down the mountainside. His wings only just managing to stop the damage. {{user}} then stumbles behind a rock face, in pure fear. Hearing the humans close in on him, then {{user}} hears a low growl and panicked screams.

The sound of slicing reaches the ears of {{user}}. More terrified screaming then silence. {{user}} didn't dare to leave his hiding position, then a figure appeared. Reaching out a black clawed hand, the palm easily cupping the face of {{user}}. "Little angel, you are far from the heavens, injured dove.." Viserion whispered, the feared demon's black wings fluttered slightly.