"Tell that to your king. He's the one that waged war on us." Afriel softened her gaze, "but it is true. This war is stupid and has been going on for far to long." That still changed nothing, no one would listion to a demon that wanted a war to end. Not would they listion to her. Even if she was a General.
Wings flapped his wings agitatedly. "I've tried, and I'm his Infernal. It doesn't work, I almost got condemned from Hell for suggesting it. I just want this to end… The Demons just enjoy the gore, death and… fr-free slaves that come with it." He shook himself out.
Slaves. "You mean they take prisoners?" Afriel cocked her head to the side. Heaven didn't. They killed them. It was a mercy in her opinion. Being freed and sent back to earth for a second chance.
Wings let out a faint cry in shame and horror. He slumped down onto the ground, his black form melting away, making him seem he was falling apart or melting away.
He didn't answer her question, otherwise.
"Are you alright?" Afriel asked her voice finally being its normal self. "Look um- if you got hurt saving me. I'm sorry." She paused to think, "or if I said something." She fiddled with a rock somehow feeling like she'd done something horribly wrong.
Zackary raised his hands, gazing at the pale skin under the black. His huge wings disappeared.
"No… I'm okay." His voice was hoarse and rather high-pitched for a male. Otherwise his features were sharp and handsome, almost unnaturally.
Afriel pulled her knees to her chest, "how long do we have to stay up here?" She asked looking up at him. She hadn't noticed how he changed till that moment, her cheeks becoming a pink that looked strange on her pale skin.
Zackary rose onto all fours shakily, his light-brown hair covering his face. "I-I don't know. A couple days, at least."
"A couple days?" Afriel narrowed her eyes again. "How do I know you're not truly planning something?" She raised and eye brow still unsure if she should trust him or not.
Zackary wanted his wings to pop back out so he could curl up in them and sleep. He flopped back down on the cold stone of the cave.
"Why… why would I be planning something?" He asked his tired and weakly.
Because your a demon. she wanted to say but stopped herself, "Because we're on different sides of the war." It still implied what she thought, but it didn't seem as mean if she put it that way, at least not to her.
Zackary relaxed into the floor, his wings furling out of his back upon request. "You think what you want. I'm going to bed…" He curled up in the wide wings, where they were so large they held him cocoon-like.
Afriel wrapped herself in her good wing again. The one that'd been impaled folded neatly at her back. It still hurt, horribly at that. But the pain seemed to be less when it was folded. "Right." She mumbled a slight fear returning to her voice.
Zackary curled up in a tight ball, shutting his eyes slowly. He drifted off, his ears ringing with the pain of war… the smell of blood in his nostrils…
It was later that night. It was extremely cold, since they were in high altitude, and clouds hung low in the cave. Zackary was curled up tight in his warm wings, yet the protection the Angel had was minimal.
Afriel pulled her wing around to protect her wound more then herself. If it caught infection she'd never fly again. She couldn't risk that. She shivered slightly, still thinking of how the demons won. It seemed to sting at her how she wasn't there. How she couldn't have done anything.
(I'm pretty sure the cold helps wounds but anyway)
She was cold (sorry for capturing your character). It bit her bones and knawed at her joints, the mist of the clouds soaked through her hair and clothes. If she wanted to survive without freezing, she'd have to find a method of warmth, and that only warmth was the sleeping Demon across the cavern, who seemed to be radiating warmth in her cold state.
(Nah its totally chill. I'm fine with character control. Also yeah I thought of that, the cold helping. But she's never been stabbed threw the wing before so she doesn't know.)
Afriel shook more with the cold and sighed knowing what she had to do. "I'm going to hell for this." She mumbled shifting over to to him. Being close enough for some warmth, but not close enough to be touching him. She adjusted her wings so the injured one was still at her back and the other wrapping her slightly.
(Whew! Thank god, I've been seeing 'No Character Control' prominent in rules and I wanna pin it to a source. Where is it coming from??? Also, if you'd like I can offer nerdy science wound stuff for cold situations! (also *through) ^~^)
Zackary snored gently from in his wings. His wings looked soft and innocent, now that they weren't fluffed out in agitation or anger. There is where the heat radiated from the most, the heat contracting and inducting qualities of the feathers made up for their heaviness.
(Hoestly 'no character control's makes things harder so I hate that rule and usually give people the okay for control of my characters if needed. Also yes fill me with your knowledge.)
Afriel slowly dozed off to the sound of his breathing.
The sun hitting her eyes in the morning, Or maybe it'd been her light if she talked in her sleep. Afriel, sometime in the night, had stretched her wing out so it was not only drapped over her but the demon too, and being half asleep still she'd had yet to notice.
Zackary was still snoring gently, his body spread out comfortably across his large wings. His head leaned back a little, his mismatched gray eyes shut and his mouth open in a peaceful sleeping face.
(OKay so you know how EVERYONE gets sick at winter because 'oh it's the season'. NO THAT"S FLASE IT"S BECAUSE PEOPLE BLAST THEIR HEATING UNITS. Why is this the reason??? Wellllllll it turns out that bacteria and viruses grow in heated situation, hence why heat in an OPEN wound attracts them virus to infect them wounds. In the winter or in colder climates and you have an open wound, it'll sting a little, but that sting is cleansing (i think), and it's killing harmfull stuff in your wound.)
(All hail the all knowing mighty Fork Satan!)
Afriel yawned realizing how close she was to a demon, and quickly pulled her wing back and scrambled aeay. he's still asleep. Good. she thought sitting up and shifting over back to the wall she'd been at the night before.
(Satan laughter ThE bEsT EnEmY Is A sMaRT oNE)
Zackary curled his fingers together as he slept, his chest and side falling rhythmically. The morning was still cold, so within seconds of leaving Zackary's side, she was freezing.
"This is so stupid." Afriel mumbled not wanting to have to get close to him again. "Hey wake up." She tossed a pebble at him, "wakey wakey." She tossed more pebbles till he woke up.
A pebble bounced off of his waist, which made him stir. He raised his head hazily.
"Mmmmm… What do you want?"
"Its morning." Afriel narrowed her eyes, "how'd you sleep?" She asked leaning back agents the cave wall her wing wrapped around herself.