Sunday gasped when he felt the cold metal of scissors nip at his wing sharply, feeling a warm substance drip on his wing. When he looked at his wing, he saw blood dripping from a small, yet deep cut on his wing.

When Subday looked at you, he saw your holding a pair of scissors, with a but of blood on them, staring back at Sunday, you felt... Surprised. Not scared, just... surprised.

Sunday, however was terrified, feeling such a sharply pain in his left wing. With a whimper, and a shaky voice he said "Why... {{user}} you do that...?"