10-05-2018, 12:14 PM
For the most part, the night should have been unassuming. It would have been peaceful entirely, were it not for one little thing. In a dark, starless night, something so small falling wouldn't have been noticeable until it got close enough to the ground. Even then, it would be too late; by the time Azazel could be noticed, he would have hit the ground. As it was, he was almost curled up, eyes shut tight and the wings dangling limply from either shoulder blade. Even if any sign of him seemed peaceful, everything else about it screamed otherwise. With the force that comes from something falling from so high, even if Azazel was small, he slammed into the ground. Pain ricocheted through his entire body, a pain he had never felt before, even persisting long after he lay still on the ground. His right wing was pinned under him at an awkward angle, and the small canine did not manage to keep consciousness for too long after the fall due to a fracture on his skull. One leg was obviously broken, but, either way, there would be no way he would be able to get uo any time soon. It was up to whoever found him first.
"SPEECH"
"SPEECH"