Post by Čⓐѕ on Apr 5, 2011 16:00:58 GMT -5
A howl from a distance, it's wailing sound traveled far and wide as Cassiel stood on the very top of a still standing sky scraper. The view was amazing by far, Cassiel stood and turned circling looking down the roads and streets beneath him. He had lost an angel already, Raphael has managed to escape after their first session. He was surprised that no one had managed to notice her as she left, she was as silent as a vampire getting out of her cell. The thought gave him a smile, he chuckled briefly at the turn of events.
Raphael was smart, but trusting all the same. Most of the female angels were tuned to more emotions than the males that served under him. He turned back to the skyline with a small smirk on his face, she was cunning and devious when she needed to be. He liked that about her the most, her ability to adapt and move from tight spots. She would be fine unless she was taken off-guard somehow, his face turned somber again as his eyes came to rest on a large torn stadium.
His eyes lit up, another piece of their planet had shown itself here. The spot was dangerous, he knew anyone could waltz in and see him. He didn't mind, he wasn't weak nor afraid of the things around here. Seeing them prowl the nights and watching them move swiftly in and out of the city, he knew they were dangerous; but so was he. His wings fanned out as he took off, the blast of air shooting Cassiel up and out. Their wings were useful, they could sustain flight for a given time but couldnt fly for miles. He glided down speedily, his body basically falling at an angle toward the Coliseum. He passed by building veering left and right to dodge the hard concrete, a few yards from the ground his wings hit the air again to slow his decent to a crawl. He landed walking into the stadium doors.
The long narrow hallways were black, but his senses told him no one was around. He passed under a large intricate door frame onto the stadium platforms, seats lined the walls just like the Throne Room. This was an angel's work, somehow the stadium had shifted with their fortress and traveled trough time ending up in somewhat of ruins. He scanned the seats noticing the dipping rocks and broken stairs, he walked forward to the ring.
It was standard size, 100 yards in square feet. The ring was a circle, he noted the blood spots in the sand and the buried weapons. He had seen many angels battle here, for social reasons, for marriage, for family honor. He knew many of the people that had been in this ring, and he was one of them. He remembered the crowds, the cheers, the boo's. The king Arch sitting in his throne above them all, he knew that man all to well.
He stood in the center of the ring, looking around. Finally he folded his legs and sat cross legged in the center of the Colosseum, sitting, he closed his eyes and remembered the battles.
Raphael was smart, but trusting all the same. Most of the female angels were tuned to more emotions than the males that served under him. He turned back to the skyline with a small smirk on his face, she was cunning and devious when she needed to be. He liked that about her the most, her ability to adapt and move from tight spots. She would be fine unless she was taken off-guard somehow, his face turned somber again as his eyes came to rest on a large torn stadium.
His eyes lit up, another piece of their planet had shown itself here. The spot was dangerous, he knew anyone could waltz in and see him. He didn't mind, he wasn't weak nor afraid of the things around here. Seeing them prowl the nights and watching them move swiftly in and out of the city, he knew they were dangerous; but so was he. His wings fanned out as he took off, the blast of air shooting Cassiel up and out. Their wings were useful, they could sustain flight for a given time but couldnt fly for miles. He glided down speedily, his body basically falling at an angle toward the Coliseum. He passed by building veering left and right to dodge the hard concrete, a few yards from the ground his wings hit the air again to slow his decent to a crawl. He landed walking into the stadium doors.
The long narrow hallways were black, but his senses told him no one was around. He passed under a large intricate door frame onto the stadium platforms, seats lined the walls just like the Throne Room. This was an angel's work, somehow the stadium had shifted with their fortress and traveled trough time ending up in somewhat of ruins. He scanned the seats noticing the dipping rocks and broken stairs, he walked forward to the ring.
It was standard size, 100 yards in square feet. The ring was a circle, he noted the blood spots in the sand and the buried weapons. He had seen many angels battle here, for social reasons, for marriage, for family honor. He knew many of the people that had been in this ring, and he was one of them. He remembered the crowds, the cheers, the boo's. The king Arch sitting in his throne above them all, he knew that man all to well.
He stood in the center of the ring, looking around. Finally he folded his legs and sat cross legged in the center of the Colosseum, sitting, he closed his eyes and remembered the battles.
