The White Wolf and Fallen Angel (closed)

"They're real?"

"Apparently."

"Everyday it's something new."

The men weren't talking to her. They were talking about her and around her. Their employer was a man of eccentric tastes and they had already seen the impossible a number of times. Enough at least that staring at a broken angel qualified more as 'that's new' than a blind panic.

"Get her into the van. Keep her restrained. Do. Not. Hurt. Her."

True to there instructions she was lifted with care into a vehicle. The bonds were for her own good, couldn't have her jostling around during her journey. They had no idea of course what to do with a winged woman, specifically with her wings so she was set on her stomach.

Hours later. . .

"She's exquisite." Damian said crouching down and running his fingers through her hair. She was shackled by one ankle to the floor but in reality it was doing little more to restrain her than the walls already were. It certainly wasn't keeping him safe from her at that distance.

Damian reflexively tossed his black mane back over his shoulders and smiled. An angel would make for a fine addition to his collection.
 
What? Damian reflexively recoiled from the screaming angel, after all he wasn't completely certain what he was dealing with aside from an esquisite beauty. Jermaine had assured Damian that she wasn't much more dangerous than she looked. He estimated that all her physical attributes were super human but a far cry from truly monstrous. There were usually also signs that hinted at extra powers and she didn't seem to have any.

Of course that was no reason to get sloppy. In his hundred and thirty years Damian had stumbled over his fair share of things that didn't line up with what the lore said or just freaks who apparently didn't know their own lore.

When it became obvious that whatever she was doing, attacking was it he relaxed. "You're fine, calm down." Damian said calmly. "Your wounds seem to mostly be healing up nicely, all except your wing and we'll look into that in a bit. In the short term we just need to establish a single thing. I am in charge here and you belong to me." Damian said.
 
"I don't think you have a home." Damian replied calmly. Lore on angels was sketchy at best but it seemed safe to assume that her being wounded on Earth was not something she had planned.

Damian placed his hands behind his back and started walking around Lily, slowly letting his gaze fall over every inch of her body. He didn't think she was going to try to hurt him, but at the moment it was important that he not seem afraid of her. After all right now there were men just out of sight ready to step in if something happened but that wasn't always true.

"Do you remember anything?" Damian asked stopping behind her for a moment. "I mean how you ended up out in the desert who hurt you?"
 
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