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neveraskedforthebite:

“Can I help you with something? You look like you have some kind of problem.”

    _{Sam panted heavily, bending slightly over with is hands on his knees. Large wings drooped over his back as he struggled to regain his breath. 
       "I heard gunshots. And I ran.“ He looked up at the other, suddenly stumbling backwards as his gut wrenched with bad feelings.
            ”You—- aren’t human.“}