Maleficent, almost immediately realising what's happened (thanks to the person caught in her wing shouting and flailing all over the place) tries to turn towards them, hands lifted, attempting to move her wing backwards, but his frantic motions are tangling him up further, like an insect trapped in a spider's web.
"Calm yourself!" she finally barks, just in time to catch sight of the man peering out at her.
It takes a moment for the dark fey to register what she's seeing. A.... mask, composed of a human-looking face (not the first of those she's spotted tonight, albeit no less unnerving, catching her off-guard in a way she doesn't quite like). She's all ready to snarl at him for panicking and ruffling her fathers (literally, and she's probably lost a few in the scuffle), but then she sees the blood and that's.... not part of the mask, not some decoration. Her sharp senses can smell it, and her eyes cut to the clawtip responsible, the glint of wet blood upon it.
"You're injured." Her voice, though calm, is slightly strained. She lifts her hands towards him, lithe body turned his way; her hands are steady but she works quickly, trying to help extract him from the feathers he's gotten all caught in. She can try to heal him once he's out, though she is not sure how well her healing magic might work here.
cw: eye injury, blood, oh my god I'm crying
Maleficent, almost immediately realising what's happened (thanks to the person caught in her wing shouting and flailing all over the place) tries to turn towards them, hands lifted, attempting to move her wing backwards, but his frantic motions are tangling him up further, like an insect trapped in a spider's web.
"Calm yourself!" she finally barks, just in time to catch sight of the man peering out at her.
It takes a moment for the dark fey to register what she's seeing. A.... mask, composed of a human-looking face (not the first of those she's spotted tonight, albeit no less unnerving, catching her off-guard in a way she doesn't quite like). She's all ready to snarl at him for panicking and ruffling her fathers (literally, and she's probably lost a few in the scuffle), but then she sees the blood and that's.... not part of the mask, not some decoration. Her sharp senses can smell it, and her eyes cut to the clawtip responsible, the glint of wet blood upon it.
"You're injured." Her voice, though calm, is slightly strained. She lifts her hands towards him, lithe body turned his way; her hands are steady but she works quickly, trying to help extract him from the feathers he's gotten all caught in. She can try to heal him once he's out, though she is not sure how well her healing magic might work here.
"How are you not screaming in pain?"