The figure would lay there, unconcious for hours he lay. (Yes I did intend that repeated word.) His skin began to turn pale and his florescent glowing wings began to fade, as he was dying without the sunlight. He lived as a flower, off of water and sunlight, as his body was the essance of an orchid. He was defenseless without these things, and he couldn't wake up. He could sense in his sleep that he was in danger, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he lay there, silently dying, hoping they'd notice him. He'd just hoped they'd smell the rotting scent of flowers in the cave, and gave up, letting his mind cease and decided that whatever happens, happens.