[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/LzilSoQ.png[/img][/center]
[indent][b][i]Near Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara[/i][/b][hr][sub][@Nerevarine] [@Tenma Tendo][/sub]

There was something about the smell of burning human-flesh that sickened, Yevon. He had been told that an aching to preserve human life had plagued all the Ryusoken but he hadn't expected the intense nausea that swam in him. It was like drinking too much mead the night before and having to deal with hangover the next day. Still, the decay and death hovering over the stone village was masked by the celebration of their "hero". 

A girl, a tiny one at that. 

Yevon studied her while attempting to blend in with the villagers. For a long time they celebrated her and eventually he grew disinterested in their party. She was a hero; he wouldn't take that from her but his calling was pulling him towards her for some reason. Which meant she was connected to his Heroic Duty. Later on, he casually followed her as she drifted away. She snaked away from everyone and surprisingly took flight. [color=silver][b]"She can fly? A Winged-One perhaps. Humans call them... Angels I think,"[/b][/color] he recalled. 

With ease, he kept up with her from below. His legs blurring along the earth. He trailed her until he noticed her small form flailing... falling! He picked up the pace, bounded into the air, and curled her against his chest for safekeeping. The sound of his landing boomed faintly. His legs quivered and thrummed from impact. The moment they were safely on the ground, he let her fall. She was flushed, he thought. He crouched over her and tapped her cheek brashly, softly. 

[color=silver][b]"Wake up, little angel. I saved you, so you better not be dead from shock,"[/b][/color] he muttered   [/indent]