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Post by kerubiel on Oct 27, 2013 18:25:21 GMT -5
(music listened to is an instrumental called Furious Angels from the matrix)
Rain, he hated the rain and the cold it brought with it, how it smeared grey through the sky, slicked it's way over pavements, smeared under the light of street lamps to make cascading stripes of orange and gold. He shuddered as it embraced around him, clung to his body and seaped through his clothes. Most of all he hated how the water simply passed through were a thick plumage of charcoal feathers used to be, how was was left of his once fearsome wings could no longer stand up to the constant patter of rain drops.
An a deserted alleyway by a dumpster next to some takeaway or another, gently lit by street light and a little sheltered from the rain he allowed himself to stretch out the mess of what once were magnificent wings. Bone clicked and burned flesh pulled painfully, a smear of shadow on brick was behind him showed near naked limbs with a handful of ragged feathers still attached. He winced to himself, not days ago he would have been able to fly and teleport across the globe in seconds. Now because of the fall he was restricted to moveing frustratingly slow. He rotated the joints of his wings cautiously before folding them back in place and stepping out the alley into the sodden street. Wind whipped rain into his face and he frowned at it, turning his collar up and walking against the weather simply out of protest.
His eyes narrowed against the rain as his thoughts traced over the past few days. Repeating events in his mind was a relatively new habit since the furture seems so uncertain. As almost constrast to what his vessel was feeling his mind played over his fall, the searing pain through his wings as his whole body screamed in agony as it burned. His grace flared out around him as his confused between attacking and protecting itself. He hit the ground with such force that it had knocked every breath out of him, causing his muscles to contract and lock so violently that he was rendered unconscious from the impact. He woke up to feel cold, bitter and biting cold that scratched at his vessel. His breath shuddered ad it scraped out his throat and cautiously he opened his eyes to see light glittering around him. His true form was made of fire and burning coals and naturally reacted to the unwelcomed invasion of frosty air from around him. Carefully he pushed himself up and looked behind him to see the earth ripped open round him. Kerubiel looked to the sky as a flare of orange and gold roared over his head and plummeted into the ground ahead of him. He stared horrified for a moment before his mask set and his expression became like that of stone. Pain shot through his body as he walked forward a few paces, flaring his wings out rather side to only cry out in pain and anguish. There was nothing left of grey feathers except for a burned and mangled mess. Wrapping his arms around himself Kerubiel folded the remains of his wings against his back.
What he saw in the creator ahead of him turned his stomach. His brother lay in the middle of it dead, one wing jerked backward over his head while the other lay in the dirt a short distance away. His eyes stung at the loss of a sibling but he could do nothing now so instead cautiously walked back the way he came. His heart screamed at him to not leave the dead angel in such a state but he was uncertain just what he would do. The thought of prayer led him to listen for his comrades, only to be greeted by silence. It unnerved him.
He had found other angels as he moved in his chosen direction, the blood from their vessels smeared over his clothes and dirt embedded under his nails as he clawed his way towards them. It was another day and night before he caught the glint of dwelling lights in the distance, his knowledge of where he was still non existent. The more he moved towards the town the more his anger rose, the more the blame for all he had witnessed fell onto one single angel. He should have acted sooner when he had the chance, defy his orders and go after the soldier. Now, however, he saw no other alternative as he passed more damage and gauges through the earth. He checked each site to find the angel dead or missing, having marched forward like he was doing....
A blare of a car horn snapped Kerubiel from his thoughts and he found himself rapidly moving back as a vehicle raced off past him. His vessel and grace were taking longer than normal to replenish, he couldn't afford more injuries than what he had. He knew his abilities were now limited and was only a matter of time before they drained completely. He shuddered as the rain lashed at him, glaring up at the weeping sky.
Rain, he hated the rain and the cold it brought with it, how it smeared grey through the sky, slicked it's way over pavements, smeared under the light of street lamps to make cascading stripes of orange and gold. He shuddered as it embraced around him, clung to his body and seaped through his clothes. Most of all he hated how the water simply passed through were a thick plumage of charcoal feathers used to be, how was was left of his once fearsome wings could no longer stand up to the constant patter of rain drops.
An a deserted alleyway by a dumpster next to some takeaway or another, gently lit by street light and a little sheltered from the rain he allowed himself to stretch out the mess of what once were magnificent wings. Bone clicked and burned flesh pulled painfully, a smear of shadow on brick was behind him showed near naked limbs with a handful of ragged feathers still attached. He winced to himself, not days ago he would have been able to fly and teleport across the globe in seconds. Now because of the fall he was restricted to moveing frustratingly slow. He rotated the joints of his wings cautiously before folding them back in place and stepping out the alley into the sodden street. Wind whipped rain into his face and he frowned at it, turning his collar up and walking against the weather simply out of protest.
His eyes narrowed against the rain as his thoughts traced over the past few days. Repeating events in his mind was a relatively new habit since the furture seems so uncertain. As almost constrast to what his vessel was feeling his mind played over his fall, the searing pain through his wings as his whole body screamed in agony as it burned. His grace flared out around him as his confused between attacking and protecting itself. He hit the ground with such force that it had knocked every breath out of him, causing his muscles to contract and lock so violently that he was rendered unconscious from the impact. He woke up to feel cold, bitter and biting cold that scratched at his vessel. His breath shuddered ad it scraped out his throat and cautiously he opened his eyes to see light glittering around him. His true form was made of fire and burning coals and naturally reacted to the unwelcomed invasion of frosty air from around him. Carefully he pushed himself up and looked behind him to see the earth ripped open round him. Kerubiel looked to the sky as a flare of orange and gold roared over his head and plummeted into the ground ahead of him. He stared horrified for a moment before his mask set and his expression became like that of stone. Pain shot through his body as he walked forward a few paces, flaring his wings out rather side to only cry out in pain and anguish. There was nothing left of grey feathers except for a burned and mangled mess. Wrapping his arms around himself Kerubiel folded the remains of his wings against his back.
What he saw in the creator ahead of him turned his stomach. His brother lay in the middle of it dead, one wing jerked backward over his head while the other lay in the dirt a short distance away. His eyes stung at the loss of a sibling but he could do nothing now so instead cautiously walked back the way he came. His heart screamed at him to not leave the dead angel in such a state but he was uncertain just what he would do. The thought of prayer led him to listen for his comrades, only to be greeted by silence. It unnerved him.
He had found other angels as he moved in his chosen direction, the blood from their vessels smeared over his clothes and dirt embedded under his nails as he clawed his way towards them. It was another day and night before he caught the glint of dwelling lights in the distance, his knowledge of where he was still non existent. The more he moved towards the town the more his anger rose, the more the blame for all he had witnessed fell onto one single angel. He should have acted sooner when he had the chance, defy his orders and go after the soldier. Now, however, he saw no other alternative as he passed more damage and gauges through the earth. He checked each site to find the angel dead or missing, having marched forward like he was doing....
A blare of a car horn snapped Kerubiel from his thoughts and he found himself rapidly moving back as a vehicle raced off past him. His vessel and grace were taking longer than normal to replenish, he couldn't afford more injuries than what he had. He knew his abilities were now limited and was only a matter of time before they drained completely. He shuddered as the rain lashed at him, glaring up at the weeping sky.
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