The girl folded in her raven black wings. Two trains of red hair trailed down her back; the rest of it was black, cropped short. She wiped the blood off her dark skin as she continued staring at us. Well, not us. She was staring at Fang. Her dark eyes unshiftingly returned his icy glare, as I caught a light sparkle in it.
What was more unnerving was the lanky boy who was staring at me. He had chocolate brown eyes, which looked at me curiously. He had dirty blonde hair, a shaggy mop upon his head. I'd noticed that he had off-white colored wings while he was helping us fend off those erasers. Why did the two of them look so familiar, yet foreign. Like aliens. I mean, we didn't know anything about them. We didn't know anything about them, though they'd just saved our butts from those erasers.
Wasn't your enemy's enemy your friend?
Besides, there was a certain aura they had. Well, maybe not aura, but there had been a different atmosphere since the two had suddenly appeared. They were like us (i.e. flying bird kids), just that they looked different.
Don't get me wrong, they did LOOK like us, with the human form plus wings thing going on. But they had a different aura.
There I go with the aura again. It was probably the silence getting to me. Yes, the silence, staring and infinite questions.