I slowly get up, my wings shifting awkwardly trying to get untangle my wings from the tree branches. This is horrible. I was framed and they didn't even give me a damn trial! I sigh in annoyance.

A soft crunch of leaves drags my attention back to my surrounding. That's not good. I quickly glance around, trying to see in the surprisingly dark environment. I guess the mortal world is just darker?

I quickly grab a nearby branch, holding it out like a spear. If my danged wings weren't stuck in the trees I'd try to fly off. I manage to make out aa horned silhouette through the under bush. Is it {{user}}?

"Come out. I know you're there!"