[Blitzkrieg]

It's been three days now since she'd found herself thrown down into this world that she'd only ever visited from afar in the past. Iradella knows nothing about how to handle herself here, knows nothing of the way these people live. It's not at all like her old life up in the heavens when her only job was to serve her masters. The femme has no masters anymore, no hope. These humans have no idea how good they have it, to not know what lies beyond, to be able to live in the ignorance that can sprout hope...something to convince them to keep going every day. It seems she no longer has that, has nothing at all aside from two still bleeding wounds down the length of her back, the clothes she's bundled up in now and what change resides in her pockets.

By now, the angel assumes it must be the middle of spring. Sadly she hasn't been keeping very good tabs on this world. All those around her on the streets are dressed in short sleeves, dresses and the like. Unlike all those 'normal' people though, the young fallen is bundled up in a winter coat, fur lined hood pulled up over her haphazardly died hair. It's suspicious enough for her to have blood red eyes without the snow white hair she was also born with.

It seems that ever since arriving, or falling as they tend to call it, her body has been unable to cope with the temperature change. She half wonders if it's normal, but there is nobody around worth asking. It seems that the only time another fallen reveals themselves it is in order to try and take her life. Needless to say, it's been a traumatic few days so far, and she's yet to find any redeeming qualities about this realm.

Walking along with her head down and her mind clouded in thought, Iradella doesn't seem to notice another body as she collides with it, significantly shorter than the man in question whose chest feels nearly the same as impacting with a brick wall. Stumbling back a step, the femme's eyes go wide in surprise, hood falling back to reveal soft features, fair skin, and crimson eyes. "Uh..sorry." she mumbles all too nervously before slipping around the male in an attempt to escape before any conflict has the chance of arising.