Post by kane on Dec 2, 2009 12:46:18 GMT -5
Booted feet made their way swiftly to the area ahead of him. Piercing green and yellow orbs scanned from left to right. There was no one behind him, no one in front of him. Overhead Garret made his call of a clear coast but that didn’t much matter to the angel as he ran. Kane was looking for others of his kind. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t the only one here. In this direction he had felt them, winged ones, ones like he was. Through his travels to this part the black winged watcher hadn’t seen any of them, not even a hint. But people had run from him, as if frightened by him, though he had yet to do anything. The thoughts didn’t matter to Kane nor did those around him. They were lower lives, nothing of any value to him. Another call, something close. Kane’s eyes narrowed as he focused. There on the horizon a building, his destination.
Wind brushed through the feathers of his black wings before he folded them closer to his body. Yes this was it. He tried to will his legs faster, as fast as one of those creatures he had seen run away, but it did not work. Kane was already at the fastest his body could move. But with every pounding step he drew closer. The grip on his ashandarie in his left hand tightened as the spear like weapon sliced through the air next to him. This was better then on his back in a holster. There it was not accessible as it was in his hand and it would have held him back. A blank face calculated how much longer it would be to reach the object of his interest. Minutes at this rate. Eyes darted left and right again, still no one or thing near him other then his companion. Getting closer Kane slowed his pace, taking deep even breaths to calm his racing heart. It had been years since he had run like that and he was thankful he was not yet out of practice.
Looking up he found what he had wanted to see. A fortress, one that was no doubt meant for his kin. That was when something in his mind seemed to click. He knew this place, had been here many times before. Eyes widened in surprise as Kane realized it was their strong hold from Recharack, Namaești. The gates that he knew so well were pushed opened by a gloved hand and the angel walked in. There was nothing for him to fear here, not among his kind. Eyes searched for other but instead of seeing any he saw an empty courtyard, they all must be inside. That was when a cry came from above, his watcher ever so present. The beast flew down and landed on the outstretched hand the angel had half mindedly made for the handle to the bird’s massive talons. But that was when he had the reason to notice around him. Patrols were up, wings were on their backs, they had of course already seen him, probably while he was running. But seeing signs of another angel made his mind relax just a tad bit more.
Not bothering to speak to the patrol and distract them from their duty he stepped further into the fortress needing to find others, perhaps more from his clan. Thoughts drifted back to the Ka’rath, his first clan but they didn’t linger long. Going through until he passed through the doors that granted him entry to the stronghold Kane stopped just inside the door. Many were here, he could sense them though none were yet in sight. Turning to his right Garret’s head cocked to the side and his eyes watched as the bird’s wings opened threateningly and so he turned his eyes to where the creature was looking. There was a hall that way, not sure of where it was leading to he walked in that direction. Though he knew this well he didn’t spend enough time here to know what every hall led to. Garret relaxed his wings folding them back in against his body. Yes the bird was his perfect companion as they went down the hall to search for someone he could speak to. An angel with red wings entered his presence. “You there.” Kane said in a deep and yet quiet voice, his speaking very rarely rising loudly unless following orders or giving them. “I am searching for someone of higher power here.” The angel stopped and looked at him. “If you are just arriving our leader here is Omarion, son of Zerek of the Cerys.” Kane’s eyes narrowed, so a leadership had been decided. “I’m sure he may not be in as of now.” The other angel continued his eyes shifting from side to side. Kane saw the movement and found it odd but Garret was looking from side to side too, awaiting something. “Perhaps you should find another.” With that the other angel departed and Kane didn’t complain.
Turning down to look the way he had come he spoke to the bird. “You led me to nothing.” The creature gave a soft sound, not one of any form of apology, more of annoyance. Walking back the way he had come Kane used the butt of the ashandarie on the floor like one would a walking staff, but the bladed weapon was anything but. He searched longer for someone that could give him more information then the flighty one he had seen. Had the raven made the man nervous, or the ever presently drawn weapon that the black angel had? Neither seemed right, neither should have happened. Even if he wasn’t from a clan that were fighters at heart he should not have been so. Perhaps coming to this new world was far stranger to him then Kane, then again that shouldn’t have been either. They were taught to be prepared for anything, adapting. But either way a small case of annoyance was held to the red one that by no more then twenty steps was forgotten as his eyes began to search once more.
Wind brushed through the feathers of his black wings before he folded them closer to his body. Yes this was it. He tried to will his legs faster, as fast as one of those creatures he had seen run away, but it did not work. Kane was already at the fastest his body could move. But with every pounding step he drew closer. The grip on his ashandarie in his left hand tightened as the spear like weapon sliced through the air next to him. This was better then on his back in a holster. There it was not accessible as it was in his hand and it would have held him back. A blank face calculated how much longer it would be to reach the object of his interest. Minutes at this rate. Eyes darted left and right again, still no one or thing near him other then his companion. Getting closer Kane slowed his pace, taking deep even breaths to calm his racing heart. It had been years since he had run like that and he was thankful he was not yet out of practice.
Looking up he found what he had wanted to see. A fortress, one that was no doubt meant for his kin. That was when something in his mind seemed to click. He knew this place, had been here many times before. Eyes widened in surprise as Kane realized it was their strong hold from Recharack, Namaești. The gates that he knew so well were pushed opened by a gloved hand and the angel walked in. There was nothing for him to fear here, not among his kind. Eyes searched for other but instead of seeing any he saw an empty courtyard, they all must be inside. That was when a cry came from above, his watcher ever so present. The beast flew down and landed on the outstretched hand the angel had half mindedly made for the handle to the bird’s massive talons. But that was when he had the reason to notice around him. Patrols were up, wings were on their backs, they had of course already seen him, probably while he was running. But seeing signs of another angel made his mind relax just a tad bit more.
Not bothering to speak to the patrol and distract them from their duty he stepped further into the fortress needing to find others, perhaps more from his clan. Thoughts drifted back to the Ka’rath, his first clan but they didn’t linger long. Going through until he passed through the doors that granted him entry to the stronghold Kane stopped just inside the door. Many were here, he could sense them though none were yet in sight. Turning to his right Garret’s head cocked to the side and his eyes watched as the bird’s wings opened threateningly and so he turned his eyes to where the creature was looking. There was a hall that way, not sure of where it was leading to he walked in that direction. Though he knew this well he didn’t spend enough time here to know what every hall led to. Garret relaxed his wings folding them back in against his body. Yes the bird was his perfect companion as they went down the hall to search for someone he could speak to. An angel with red wings entered his presence. “You there.” Kane said in a deep and yet quiet voice, his speaking very rarely rising loudly unless following orders or giving them. “I am searching for someone of higher power here.” The angel stopped and looked at him. “If you are just arriving our leader here is Omarion, son of Zerek of the Cerys.” Kane’s eyes narrowed, so a leadership had been decided. “I’m sure he may not be in as of now.” The other angel continued his eyes shifting from side to side. Kane saw the movement and found it odd but Garret was looking from side to side too, awaiting something. “Perhaps you should find another.” With that the other angel departed and Kane didn’t complain.
Turning down to look the way he had come he spoke to the bird. “You led me to nothing.” The creature gave a soft sound, not one of any form of apology, more of annoyance. Walking back the way he had come Kane used the butt of the ashandarie on the floor like one would a walking staff, but the bladed weapon was anything but. He searched longer for someone that could give him more information then the flighty one he had seen. Had the raven made the man nervous, or the ever presently drawn weapon that the black angel had? Neither seemed right, neither should have happened. Even if he wasn’t from a clan that were fighters at heart he should not have been so. Perhaps coming to this new world was far stranger to him then Kane, then again that shouldn’t have been either. They were taught to be prepared for anything, adapting. But either way a small case of annoyance was held to the red one that by no more then twenty steps was forgotten as his eyes began to search once more.