It was windy. It was way too windy. Was there a storm going on right now. Izzy had just awoken. He felt around the ground and found it rough. There was no noise, except for the sound of the wind. Slowly Izzy got up onto his hands and knees and started to crawly slowly forward. It was process, just not very fast so. Maybe he had been captured and he was in a testing facility. So that meant no sound maps just to make sure that wasn't the case.
Izzy kept feeling around on the ground when suddenly he lurched forward. He fell a little ways, but his toes caught on the edge of the building. Slowly Izzy reached up and pulled himself back onto the roof. Now that he realized he was on a roof he could feel the slant of it. The air level seemed slightly less than when he was on normal ground so that meant that he was really high up.
Izzy would have to fly. He didn't want to though. If he were to fly he would almost surely get lost. He shuffled his wings as if debating which would be a better option. First he would search for a way down without using his wings. Izzy had a feeling that there wasn't one.
The girl cursed silently at her blood stained hands, her claws extended. She really hadn't meant it to be so....torturous. But the man had it coming, preying on her like kids and the front seat of a car. A blue haired girl sighed gently, the air suddenly warmer, she looked around to see the sky, behind her a window with the glare of her face. She smiled at herself, the siren. Cold looked back forward, sitting down and sliding towards the edge of it, unafraid. She failed to notice the company she held with her, a guy, light blue hair covering his eyes, ragged clothes, and wings. She hissed slightly, the sky wasn't a place for her. Cold spoke up, her voice gentle. Luckily, she had already eaten enough for the night. "Lost?" She asked, her voice oddly musical.