“Angus?” His voice had echoed through their small home that day, tentative and hesitant. There were many wonders and thoughts in his mind, which he doubted to express. It was the glance his uncle gave him that made him push aside his self-inflicted quietness, engraved into him by other angels.…
No knowledge would have prepared them. No matter how many books two of them had read about the subject, they could never have expected this fierceness. A sandstorm was unlike any storm they had ever felt. Even though they had donned more adequate robes as they marched through the deserts,…
The droplet hanged loosely, looming over her mouth. When it did fall, it did not satiate her thirst any. Her eyes narrowed at the waterskin, her claws clutching it so tight that any water inside would pour out. There was none. “We’re out.” Uriel and Alexis snarled, glancing back as…
There were yells, angry, confused, and afraid. “You can’t keep us here!” Another deep growl of warning, gasps and apprehensive steps backing away, cornered in the deepest guts of the ship. Yet the demands would come again, even more heated. “That thing can’t be, can it?!” “Why would these four…
The breeze took him back. It somehow made him remember simpler times. Alexis took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned onto the railing. The bow of the ship tore through the air, the flow of the wind similar to the one he would feel…
They had roamed the western regions in the past, out of curiosity, perhaps. But that had been a very long time ago; they could barely recognize those towns anymore. As they headed towards the far coast, they needed to near those settlements, all interconnected by roads. Their eyes had once…
They both neared from the shadows, neither showing much optimism on their expressions. Their tails swayed more nervously as they set their gazes on the distant cart, hidden from view near some trees, at the edge of the field. The tense silence was broken eventually, when no one but them…
He had the upper claw. His nails were now bloody, his eyes extremely sharp. Slowly, his steps were nearing the figure that was attempting to back off. To no avail. Another swipe of mace, upwards. A useless move; he finally kicked it out of his grip, making it fall next…
They had chased. All they could do was chase. And yet, it did not feel it was enough. They did not have wings; they could not reach as easily the place where they had ventured. They only reached danger, and still too far, only the tip of the surface. A…
The panicked steps echoed all over. Screams, yells, none as loud as the strikes, the rumbling of flames. Two human eyes looked back in terror, as he rushed ahead through the chambers, hearing the steps behind him. His arms clutched desperately the books he had been reading before all had…