Yeah, sooo. I'll repost the plot. Here 'tis. You know the rules, and whatever bio you like. :U

I've disobeyed the elders. I've broken the rules. I'm not considered 'angelic' anymore. I can't stay. I've been kicked out. Some of the others protested. ''He's just a child!'' I heard them shout. But I was kicked out nonetheless, sent to the earth to die, or be found and captured by the humans. It's my punishment. Now, I need to find someone I can trust. Someone who can help me survive. Fat chance of that, not isn't it?

[[Ok, here 'tis. Sorry it's so suckish. :x]]

Allison shudders, clutching her coat tight about her in the rain. It must be awful out here. Thick, dark brown hair falls in waves down to her hips, framing the bronze coloring of her face. Bright, multi-hued green eyes, flecked with bronzes, golds, and coppes, shine in the light from the street lamps. catching that bare illumination perfectly. Her figure, round and hour-glassed, was incased in dark jeans and a t-shirt, hid under a baggy black hoodie and equally loose-fitting knee-length peacoat.

And then she hears it, a soft sobbing. A natural reaction sparks instincts long dormant, and her head swings. The light catches the soft, gentle contours of her face. She taes a step toward the source, a dark alleyway. Alarm bells ring in her mind, telling her that dark alleys are never safe for young women traveling on their own. But this... This was different. The shape in the shadows was male and in trouble, and that was all she needed to know to set off her momma bear instincts. She took another step forward, her voice soft and tentative.

"Little boy, why are you crying?"

The boys open terror startled her, for she had expected some kind of relief to flash in his eyes at the sight of help. Then she saw the wings. Her ex
pression softened further, and without hesitation she whipped the jacket off. Carefully so as not to hurt damage the feathered appendages further she covered them, draping the coat over the boy.

"Hush now. I'm a vet, so I know how to set your wings so that they heal properly. I have some basic supplies at my house. You'll catch your death out here in the rain. I promise I won't hurt you, but you'll have to come along with me." Her voice remained gentle, never pressing or forceful, and her eyes kept a tender, concerned appeal that spread across the rest of her features. Poor boy, all by himself.

Lakeya was still terrified. But, this woman, she seemed... nice, at least compared to what he'd heard of humans. Standing up, his primary feathers still touched the ground, but only just. He was only about five foot tall, if even that. He didn't move, just stood there, looking down. The tears had stopped flowing, though it was hard to tell with the rain pouring down. His face contorted as he tried to remember what a 'vet' was. Failing miserably, he looked up to the woman, and the look on her face decided it for him, that he liked her.

''What's a vet?'' He asked. It was probably something to do with wings, he decided. He wondered what 'setting' your wings was. He knew they didn't do it where he came from, anyway. Then again, they didn't have cars where he came from, either. What if a 'vet' was someone who removed wings? What if that's what 'set' meant? Maybe that was why none of the humans had wings, he thought. 

She smiled, the simple ex
pression causing mirth to twinkle in her eyes. "A vet is someone who takes care of animals who are sick or really badly hurt. I get a lot of birds with broken wings, and I set them by putting the bones back where they need to go so that they heal straight and the birds can fly again. I can set your wings so that once they heal you'll be able to fly. At least, that's what I think your wings are for."

Slowly so as not to startle the boy -so like a little bird, she thought- Allison extended her hand and kept her smile. "I'm Allison, but you can call me Allie. Take my hand and I'll take you to my house where we can get you all dry and fed and your wings fixed up. Does that sound okay to you?"

Lakeya gave the faintest ghost of a smile at that. So, vets were people who fixed animals, kind of like what humans called 'doctors'. He took her hand, his eyes hopeful. ''My name's Lakeya... and... yeah, that sounds okay...'' Taking a step forward, towards her, his curiosity piqued again, and he began to wonder how the birds got hurt to begin with. He doubted very much it was for the same reasons he got hurt. And how did they fix the bones? Did they have to go into the wing to do that?

''How do the animals get hurt?'' He asked eventually, after discovering that he wasn't so good at coming up with reasons. The best he'd gotten so far was that some birds flew too early and damaged their muscles. But that didn't explain the bones, so he was stumped.

She started walking in te direction of her rather nice townhouse, keeping up her proud posture, so that anyone who glanced in their direction would see only a young mother and her child, or an older sister with her little brother, trying to keep out of the rain. "Well, sometimes cats and dogs leave their owner's yards and get hit by a car, or get in fights with other animals, so people find them and bring them to me. And sometimes baby birds try to leave their nests too soon, and their little wings break. But it's not always that bad. Sometimes a cat or dog just eats something, and I have to help their stomach aches. My favorite days are when people bring a pet who's about to have babies, and I get to help the momma with making sure the babies are all healthy."

Curious, Lakeya followed her. His eyebrows furrowed at what she told him, and he was deep in thought for about six seconds before he continued. ''Then... why do people have cars if they hurt the animals? And how come the momma can't look after her babies by herself?'' Afterall, he thought, they would be her babies. Surely she'd know what to do. ''And why do the dogs eat stuff that's bad for them?'' He didn't see how that could be thought of as smart at all. It didn't make sense. Sighing, he decided to give up ever even trying to understand the way animals, or humans, minds worked. It was all too confusing. He decided he'd settle with focusing on how his mind worked instead.

With a chuckle Allie led Lakeya up the three stairs to the door, turning the key in the lock and swinging it open. The home she revealed was all in warm, earthy autumn tones, a throwback to her mother's Italian blood and her own love of the glow these colors gave off. "Well, this is home. Do you have any special requests for food? I can throw together just about anything you want."

Noting the agony evident on the young boy's featured, Allie huffed. "But first, these wings." She steered him onto a stool, carefully removing the jacket. After a moment of inspecting the wounds, she went to work. First she got Lakeya a cup of warm tea and two Ibuprofen, setting them on the table in front of him. "These will help the pain. I'm going to clean the cuts first, and it might sting, and arranging your wings in splints wll definitely hurt, but it will be better in the long run."

And she did all that, rinsing the cuts then using a sturdy bamboo splint to support the bones and keep the aligned, wrapping all this in gauze and medical tape in a soft case, preventing Lakeya from moving his wings and disrupting the healing. "You won't be able to move them until they've healed, and I'll have to change the dressings on the cuts, but you shouldn't worry. The breaks are only minor fractures, and will heal well. Now dinner!"

With the same tenacity she began to cook, throwing together pasta, asparagus and chicken in a white sauce, letting the aroma fill the air. In no time at all se set a plate and fork in front of the young man, sitting across from him. "Dig in. It'll fill you up. I might even let you have some cake and ice cream if you finish it."

Lakeya had drunk the tea, and whatever else it was she had made him take, without protest. He didn't even cry out when she was setting his wings, even though it hurt. He just bit his lip and dealt with it, although a few tears streaked down his cheeks. When she finished, he realized he'd been biting his lip so hard he'd made it bleed. Oh well.

When she set the plate down in front of him, he took a bite of it. It was nice, especially the sauce. Taking another bite, he pulled a face, but didn't spit it out. Instead, he swallowed it, but sat looking disdainfully at the plate. He liked vegetables, but whatever else was in this didn't taste like either a fruit or a vegetable, and he didn't like it much. ''What's in this? It's not a vegetable, at least I don't think it is...'' He looked at the plate dubiously. He'd ask her what ice cream was when it came to it.

"Chicken. Unless... Are angels vegetarians? Not that I'm positive that you are or were an angel, it's just that nothing else really fits. Do you eat meat in Heaven? Whatever, it doesn't matter. If you don't eat meat, pick around the chunks." She giggled at her own sudden nervousness. She had a baby angel, fallen or otherwise, in her kitchen.

Too cool.

[[lol. Call him a baby, see what she gets. XD]]

Lakeyas face went white, and he suddenly felt like throwing up. His eyes went wide and his voice was slightly faint. ''Um. Chicken? Like, a real animal?'' He pushed the plate away, the thought that he had just eaten something that had been running around and playing at some point making him lose his ravenous appetite. He looked up at Allison. Were humans really that strange? He had heard stories, but he hadn't thought that humans could really eat other animals. He supposed that wolves ate other animals, and to them it was natural, but he didn't see how he'd ever be able to find it natural.