forum Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

Started September 26, 2018 by @Dirt

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"Zackary?" Afriel knelt down by his head, "Zackary what's wrong?"

Zackary shut his eyes. He felt worn out and cold, yet far off was an offered warmth. He just had to go there, right?

"Get a medic!" Her shout desperate. Afriel held his face in her hands, "you can't freaking die, not like this. Zackary please!" The medic came running in, stopping short at the sight of the Demon. "I can't-" Afriel shot him a pleading look, the medic nodded his head and got to work. "Don't die on me." She whispered, "I can't lose you."

Zackary tried to twitch his wings out of the way but was unable to. His eyes fluttered slightly but he didn’t react to her calls.
Gore:
His wound hadn’t been tended to the previous night, as it was required by the sap, so the wound had came open again, since it was so little scabbed over. It had tracked fresh blood up his stomach and encrusted into his clothes and the belt of his pants thanks to the fetal position he was in.

The medic began by cleaning his wound, then stated with herbs, "I can't use my powers, that would be treason." The medics words stung. can't or won't? Afriel wanted to say, but didn't. The medic worked swiftly, finishing and dressing the wound, "this is all I can do, I'm sorry." The medic stood to leave. "Thank you." Afriel whispered, her voice shaky. Tears spilling over her eyes. "Zackary please don't die, I love you."

Zackary relaxed slowly into the spread, a bad sign. The tips of his wings, which were pointed upward, slowly relaxed, as well as his shoulders, chest and wings. His breathing grew fainter as the medic passed Afriel’s shoulder.

"No- do something please! I'll pay the price! Just save him!" Afriel turned her gaze to the medic, "he's not like the others! Please." Her words turning quieter and quieter, "its your job to heal." At that the medic froze. "Its treason- I can't." But agents his words he knelt down posistening his hands over the wound, a soft glow spreading from the medics fingers to Zackary.

Zackary’s leg twitched somewhat as the wound quickly healed, forming only a day-old scar on his stomach, to match the one on his face. He didn’t tense up again, but his breathing became somewhat clearer.

"Are you sure this is a price you want to pay?" The medic turned to Afriel. "I'm sure. Tell them I forced you." She still cupped Zackarys face in her hands, "thank you." And with that the medic left.
"Next time I say you need a medic, you should really listen." She glared at Zackary, but her tone was strained and grateful. Grateful that the medic didn't apose her. That he'd healed Zackary.

Zackary’s wings twitched back to life and his eyes fluttered open. He breathed faintly, making it sound like a faint groan. He focused in on her face, his breathing deepening somewhat.

"Welcome back." Afriel said as she wipped her tears away, hoping he'd had yet to see them. "That was very stupid of you."

Zackary made a faint noise in his throat and shut his eyes. Her hands were warm and soft on his face, so warm it lulled him to sleep.

Afriel smiled down at him, glad that he was okay. She stayed there for a while savoring every moment, hoping that the medic hadn't told yet. But it seemed her hopes had been to much.
"You'd really throw away everything for a demon?" The lieutenant walked in followed by two soldiers, one of which was holding a pair of bulky shackles.

Zackary’s eyes fluttered open and he stirred. “W-wait.”
He slowly sat up, his wings pulling off of the ground. “I made her. I made her call the medic. Take me instead. It’s my fault.” He rose slowly, his legs shaking meekly below him.

(Dude they should take him to a prison-like thing, exile Afriel and Afriel comes back to save him)

(That is a fan-freaking-tastic idea!)

Afriel shot Zackary a glare and opened her mouth to protest but was quickly silenced, "cuff the demon." The lieutenant ordered, "and take Afriel away." Before she was taken from the tent the lieutenant stopped them to say one last thing, "death is to good for you, don't bother coming back." With that she was taken. "Now! For the demon, take him to the prison. If he doesn't comply, kill him." The lieutenant shrugged as he spoke, "and get answers out of him. We'll be the ones winning thus war."

Zackary bit his lip. Cuff the Demon… He inhaled as the burly Angels cuffed his arms. They’re going to make me speak. I won’t. This is absolutely disgusting of them… Zackary allowed himself to be dragged out of the tent roughly and through the square. The burly Angel-men tossed him into the middle of the bustling movement, where it abrubtly stopped.
“Demon!” Was screeched from one of the people, and they moved around him in a circle as if he carried a terrible disease.
Zackary lowered his gaze, feeling foolish and put-out. He felt his face warm with embarrasment, his fluffy brown hair covering his face.
The Angel-men grunted in laughter. “We’ll come back for you when the prison’s ready for you. Until then, the people will watch you.”

Afriel struggled the whole way, "you can't let them take him! He's different!" The solider tightened their grip on her arms to keep her from getting lose, "Afriel you've been exiled, striped of your title. We do not follow your orders anymore." She suddenly knew why death was to good, death would have been a second chance. "I'm so sorry it had to end like this," the solider handed her a bag, "don't come back, they'd kill you."

The two men walked off, leaving the square quiet. Zackary shifted slightly and the shakles behind him groaned in protest.
A gaggle of whispers arose.
“What should we do with it?”
“I have no idea!”
“Does it have anything of value?”
“I don’t want to touch it!”
Zackary dipped his head so his chin was touching his chest. It. They don’t even see me as human… His great, black wings drooped behind him, onto the dusty floor of the square.

Afriel quickly opened the bag in hopes of a weapon but was disappointed to find only a change of clothes and some food. Once the solider left she threw on the new clothes hoping it'd disguise her. my hair would give me away… Her dark hair was an anomaly amongst angels, instead of the light hair most had, hers was black. She quickly tucked it all into a cap and looked back to where the solider had left.

Zackary didn’t know how long this would last. A few Angel-men were sneaking forward and prodding him, as if trying to get him to lash out. When Zackary didn’t, the people started to ridicule and push him around.
“It’s just as weak as the other ones! I’d at least think if a Demon has the balls to appear here it’d at least try and do some damage.”
Zackary didn’t say anything. A particularly fierce prod from one of the people sent him falling back onto the hard cold chains. It bit fiercely at his back but he ignored it.

Afriel had snuck back keeping her head low but at the same scaned the area. She spotted a large group and made her way over. Zackary. she saw him fall back. Biting her lip she looked around for who might have the keys.

There was just townspeople crowding and jostling for a chance to snap back at the Demon. They called insults, pushed him, kicked him and Zackary was deaf to it all. He stayed on the ground, uncomfortably over the chains with his legs twisted below him.

no time. "Zackary close your eyes!" Afriel started summoning the blinding light as heads turned her way. A soldier made a grab for her but quickly pulled back to shield their eyes. Afriel quickly sprinted over to Zackary and pulled him up. "Lets go, run come on."

Zackary already had his eyes shut, so when he heard her scream he twitched awake. He felt her hands trying to pull him up.
“It’s useless, Afriel,” Zackary murmured to her as she tried to fight him up.

"It is not! Now get up or we'll both die!" The light started to dim, but was still blinding, "it won't last forever lets go!" Afriels voice a plead.