The angel did nothing but smile. He expected Bel to be fine with jumping off a building- even one that was easily ten stories high! He was met with the desired result. WHat did a great demon have to fear? Other than what Harp had been assigned to, that is. No demon could stand up to THAT. Not even one of the Archdemons the Seraphs managed to capture. And Bel didn't seem like an Archdemon to him anyways.
Harp breathed out carefully. He was going to try and summon some kind of flight device, something similar to wings. Though in all honesty, he had pulled Bel into this on a whim. Harp wasn't even sure he could come close to pulling this off. Focusing the heavenly soul manifested in his body, Harp tried to materialize wings. There were those that fashioned them out of a metallic substance, or even out of pure, glowing energy, but Harp wanted the good old-fashioned avian type. However, after a few seconds of attempting to summon them, he realized that he just couldn't.
It was like throwing someone who had lived their whole life on a tropical island on a cold mountain and telling them the only way to get down was to ski. IN other words, it was nearly impossible. There was a small, less than fathomable chance that Harp could have, but he was not an exceptional soul. He was a cupid. "I... I don't think I can-" But before the angel could finish his sentence, there was a flash of light. Something hit the two, slowing their descent. Whatever the thing was, it was incredibly fast. It struck from all directions, but its blows didn't hurt.
"Harp... Just turn him in..." A male voice echoed, before the two hit the pavement roughly, but much softer than if the being didn't interfere.
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Suddenly, Edge heard the sound of something crashing down. He imagined a million possibilities to what might have happened. He was, admittedly, extremely worried about his mate. Why would he leave without telling him? Did he even care about their kids? Was Path angry with him? Perhaps something had happened.
At any rate, Edge tightened his hold on both children and dashed toward the sound. It was near the chute, which worried him. Skylark giggled at his brother, and at the feeling of being held tightly. "Whatever you say, Sleipnir ..." He spotted, not wanting to anger his brother.
When the human found his mate in such a state, he immediately fell to his knees in front of him, taking care not to drop the children. "Path-Path...." murmured tearily. "What... Why...?" Edge gritted his teeth as tears started to fall. He took off his shirt and wrapped the tattered cloth around Sleipnir eyes, acting as a blindfold. He then removed his undershirt and did the same to Skylark. They shouldn't see their Father like this. Slowly, Edge began to look up and drink air, creating a miniature tornado leading to his mouth. After swishing the tainted air in his mouth, he stared at his beaten up lover.
Edge captured he dragon's mouth in a lip lock, breathing a toxin into the dragon that would quicken his already superior body systems. "I'm so sorry..."
At any rate, Edge tightened his hold on both children and dashed toward the sound. It was near the chute, which worried him. Skylark giggled at his brother, and at the feeling of being held tightly. "Whatever you say, Sleipnir ..." He spotted, not wanting to anger his brother.
When the human found his mate in such a state, he immediately fell to his knees in front of him, taking care not to drop the children. "Path-Path...." murmured tearily. "What... Why...?" Edge gritted his teeth as tears started to fall. He took off his shirt and wrapped the tattered cloth around Sleipnir eyes, acting as a blindfold. He then removed his undershirt and did the same to Skylark. They shouldn't see their Father like this. Slowly, Edge began to look up and drink air, creating a miniature tornado leading to his mouth. After swishing the tainted air in his mouth, he stared at his beaten up lover.
Edge captured he dragon's mouth in a lip lock, breathing a toxin into the dragon that would quicken his already superior body systems. "I'm so sorry..."
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True.
True.
Wow, you managed to intimidate me in a single post and it was your first.
Suffice to say, I quite enjoyed it.
Suffice to say, I quite enjoyed it.
The merman realized his foolish mistake too soon. He was suddenly struck by behind, clamped between iron arms. He let out a shriek and flailed around insanely. His instincts were telling him to escape. In one swift movement, he managed to twist his neck around just enough to see his attacker. H had never seen this type of creature before, and it scared him. Being scared only caused the merman to scream even louder, the high-pitched sound reverberating through the water.
Though they were unbelievably deep in the ocean, the merman was shocked to realize the rokea managed to swim to the surface so quickly. Dark, black water soon became translucent blue water. His scales began to dull, and stop glowing as rays of sunlight touched them. Even though he was taken by force, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the bright blue. He ceased his creaming and flailing to observe peacefully for a few moments. It was very.. calming.
But soon, he was tossed onto the deck of a ship like he was the catch of the day. He would scream, but force of hitting the hard deck stunned him. The male was out of the water, breathing laboured. Now that he was out, it was easy to tall he looked about nineteen, or twenty at most. In reality, he was much, much older.
Though he hadn't been here before, he knew how to transform. His instincts told him what to do. The merman struggled to breathe as the rokea smothered him, taking away all the water touching his skin. He knew that his aquatic lungs would shrivel up and kill him if they did not change. Slowly, his hair began to sink back into his head until it was only long enough for him to have bangs. His eyes changed to a more neutral grey. Most of all, his tail split in two and became two porcelain, toned legs. He breathed deeply, exhausted. Transforming took a lot of energy. He whimpered, afraid of the towering male.
Though they were unbelievably deep in the ocean, the merman was shocked to realize the rokea managed to swim to the surface so quickly. Dark, black water soon became translucent blue water. His scales began to dull, and stop glowing as rays of sunlight touched them. Even though he was taken by force, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the bright blue. He ceased his creaming and flailing to observe peacefully for a few moments. It was very.. calming.
But soon, he was tossed onto the deck of a ship like he was the catch of the day. He would scream, but force of hitting the hard deck stunned him. The male was out of the water, breathing laboured. Now that he was out, it was easy to tall he looked about nineteen, or twenty at most. In reality, he was much, much older.
Though he hadn't been here before, he knew how to transform. His instincts told him what to do. The merman struggled to breathe as the rokea smothered him, taking away all the water touching his skin. He knew that his aquatic lungs would shrivel up and kill him if they did not change. Slowly, his hair began to sink back into his head until it was only long enough for him to have bangs. His eyes changed to a more neutral grey. Most of all, his tail split in two and became two porcelain, toned legs. He breathed deeply, exhausted. Transforming took a lot of energy. He whimpered, afraid of the towering male.
Debating if I should have him speak or not...
At Bel's question, Harp said nothing. The angel just stared out into the distance, examining the world around him. The city skyline was very nice. It almost looked like a painting. Finally, the cupid focused his gaze on Bel. He gave him a blank look. There was little point in lying, but less reason to tell him the truth.
"It was..." The pink-eyed angel crept closer to the lovestruck demon. He wrapped their hands together. Tenderly, he kissed Bel's hand.
"It doesn't matter, but you deserve to know. I think it does..." Harp paused once more before taking a deep breath. The city smog was foreign to his pure lungs and airways. He tugged at Bel, bringing him closer to the edge of the rooftop. "I'll tell you once we're on the ground." With that, Harp gave a final tug, sending both him and Bel over the edge and into free fall.
"It was..." The pink-eyed angel crept closer to the lovestruck demon. He wrapped their hands together. Tenderly, he kissed Bel's hand.
"It doesn't matter, but you deserve to know. I think it does..." Harp paused once more before taking a deep breath. The city smog was foreign to his pure lungs and airways. He tugged at Bel, bringing him closer to the edge of the rooftop. "I'll tell you once we're on the ground." With that, Harp gave a final tug, sending both him and Bel over the edge and into free fall.
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It wasn't that he had never seen the wilderness before. It wasn't as if he didn't know what nature looked like. It was simply he did not know how harsh and brutal the outdoors were. In the palace, there were paintings. In fact, in his culture, nature was one of the most important aspects of daily life. It was due to the fact the gods handcrafted everything in nature. As such, their creations held inspiration for the country's citizens.
But now, nature was only the young heir's enemy. Ivory was a young man of fifteen, and the first heir to royal family. He was known far and wide for his looks and respect. All in all, Ivory was the ideal ruler. Unfortunately, it appeared the gods did not agree. About two weeks ago, he had been cursed by the gods, so a thick black mist of death surrounded him, killing anyone that got near. He had wanted to stay in the palace, but he wouldn't be able to get near anyone.
Eventually, Ivory came to the conclusion the only way for him to live was alone in the wilderness. It soon became apparent that only humans were affected by the mist. He had even been attacked by a small passel of boar.
Ivory may have had a few scratches from his encounter with the boars, but it was still easy to see why he had many royal suitors. His color was a very light beige or ivory, his namesake. It was fairly short, but was long enough for him to brush and take care of it properly. It usually had a neat, yet windswept look.
Like most royalty, Ivory's skin was lighter than the average persons'. However, since the kingdom was very hot, he had a slight tan. The robes he wore were a little tattered, and his dark eyes were tired and filled with exhaustion. He was walking in a forest of some kind. The trees were far apart, but no path was there to help him find his way. The trees had few branches, and were very tall. Ivory didn't even that his shoes were getting scuffed by the dirt. He exhaled deeply. He was just so... tired. His legs felt like lead, and he decided to stop walking. Ivory didn't place his hand on a tree trunk he had learned trunks were rough, and his hands were soft.
Suddenly, the heir felt his eyes slip shut and he passed out from exhaustion. When you go from being royalty to being a vagabond, you're bound to have withdrawal.
But now, nature was only the young heir's enemy. Ivory was a young man of fifteen, and the first heir to royal family. He was known far and wide for his looks and respect. All in all, Ivory was the ideal ruler. Unfortunately, it appeared the gods did not agree. About two weeks ago, he had been cursed by the gods, so a thick black mist of death surrounded him, killing anyone that got near. He had wanted to stay in the palace, but he wouldn't be able to get near anyone.
Eventually, Ivory came to the conclusion the only way for him to live was alone in the wilderness. It soon became apparent that only humans were affected by the mist. He had even been attacked by a small passel of boar.
Ivory may have had a few scratches from his encounter with the boars, but it was still easy to see why he had many royal suitors. His color was a very light beige or ivory, his namesake. It was fairly short, but was long enough for him to brush and take care of it properly. It usually had a neat, yet windswept look.
Like most royalty, Ivory's skin was lighter than the average persons'. However, since the kingdom was very hot, he had a slight tan. The robes he wore were a little tattered, and his dark eyes were tired and filled with exhaustion. He was walking in a forest of some kind. The trees were far apart, but no path was there to help him find his way. The trees had few branches, and were very tall. Ivory didn't even that his shoes were getting scuffed by the dirt. He exhaled deeply. He was just so... tired. His legs felt like lead, and he decided to stop walking. Ivory didn't place his hand on a tree trunk he had learned trunks were rough, and his hands were soft.
Suddenly, the heir felt his eyes slip shut and he passed out from exhaustion. When you go from being royalty to being a vagabond, you're bound to have withdrawal.
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