Read The Bridge
 
Irys lurched forward, snatching several of the photos and busily looking through them. Her initial thought was entirely confirmed, immediately recognizing Monster X’s human form lying unconscious on a partially crushed car roof. A second being was unrecognizable, between the dark coloration and odd distortion it seemed to cause to parts of the image, making it into nothing more than a vaguely human shaped blur. It approached the downed X before a larger blur flew in from the side and knocked it out of frame. Flipping through the last few images revealed to Irys both the second blur, evidently a human automobile with some very colorful drivers, pulling X in and leaving; and the black blob getting back up and running off into the nearby forest on the last image.
 
The owner of the pictures however was quick to notice the theft and whirled around to glare at Irys through her huge, purple glasses.  
“EY! Z’hose are mine and- HAAAAAAAAAAUH!”  
Her shouting ending in a gaping gasp, causing Irys to look up at the worst possible time; looking right into a camera lense.  
“HOLD Z’HAT POSE!”
 
Gyaos, being largely nocturnal, hate bright light. Being an albino meant Irys hated sudden flares of light even more than most did. So needless to say, looking directly at the flashing camera whilst Photo Finish opened fire on her wasn’t a good experience. Momentarily blinded by the explosions of light, Irys reflexively jolted back and tried to cover her eyes. Thinking she was just eager, Photo Finish didn’t let up, hopping around her to get more angles.
 
“Oh you are GORGEOUS! Z’he coloration, z’he snow white, z’he royal pur’ple accents, are z’hey natur’raul?!”  
Now with alternating seas of white flashes and red dots all over her vision, Irys got a whole new feeling upon hearing the loud hum of a fan being started up by one of Photo Finish’s aids. The machine revved up and blew into her. Clothes and long hair now billowing in artificial wind, Irys could only blindly flail around to try and grab or tear at her ‘attackers’.
 
“Oh yes yeeeesss! No! NOOO no no! Yee-No-Yeeeesss! Oh you are a radiant swan, an iridescent statue of marble with a flowing mane! Z’hese poses you make, strike z’hem, strike z’hem!”
 
While Photo Finish was getting glamor shot after glamor shot of the pale beauty, Irys’ modeling was actually her snarling and lunging at the sea of flashes and red around her; the photographer’s quick stepping to get a new angle unknowingly causing her to dodge away from her attacker. A cold feeling washed over Irys’ mind and she could feel a loud ringing calling out to her, the tell tale signal that her master’s time limit had waned enough that she needed to return soon. Fortunately the camera barrage stopped as soon as it started. In an instant following a finger snap, the blinding camera flashes and fan blowing in her face stopped.
 
“ENOUGH! I go!”
 
And like that Photo Finish and her posse took their exit.