Talon Gnawed on the chicken leg morosely. Harpies had come late to fire, and the novelty value of cooked food was still new and exciting enough for Tal to enjoy eating what basically amounted to a distant cousin. He mused on this for a while, picking lumps of . If he had chicks -Not that he was ever planning to, thank god- They'd probably end u more human then anything, eating birdmeats and shaving off feathers and clipping the talons. Eh, Progress. He shrugged and tore off a bit of meat near the bone, digging it out absentmindedly with thumbspike. He tossed the bone back into the bucket, before washing his hands with soap in the bathroom. (Tal's a traditionalist, but he isn't stupid.) He decided to take a walk.
He opened the door to his little apartmentette, and walked down the stairs. the grey, artificial lights that illuminated the communal bit between apartments fickered on and off as he passed. He buzzed open the door, and let himself out. The sun was just setting, Tal knew, just behind those massive rainy clouds that covered the hemisphere from west to east. An elf and a dwarf, both wearing dirty great macs and sharing an umbrella and a fag, were sitting hunched on a bench. Tal walked the other way, not minding so much about the rain. Lightning didn't really scare him that much. He walked off.
Tal found himself in an afluent part of the city when he found her. Nice, small houses, with frackin' gardens and everything. Tal's first though was that she'd jumped, but then he dismissed that thought as silly. Jumpers tended to have a place to jump from. As he watched from across the road, she curled up and slouched upright. "Shot?" he wondered, before the figure lurched upright and shot him a look that could cut steel at twenty paces. He waved an open hand, in the universal gesture of armlessness. She was either an elf or a were- Lycanthrope, he reasoned. Humans don't walk away from a wound like that. He looked down at where she'd been. The blood hadn't had enough time to mix in with the water, and Tal could see that it was a fair bit. Four pints or so. That was about as much as he had in his entire chest at any one time. Tal looked back at the blurry figure.
"You alright, love?" He called out to her.