06-14-2019, 12:24 PM
Ophanim
When he heard that Sylva intended to steal him, a flicker of mischief made a home within his heart. He told Starsin and Malone the good news (though his wife certainly didn’t see it that way) and kissed them both goodbye. Ophanim would miss watching over them as they slept but he decided he would just have to make the best of this. So with the summer sun to his back and a smile across his face, he spread his glimmering gold and white wings and set off for the forests of Sylva.
Now, he tucks his wings as he spots a small clearing between the trees of the southern territory. It’s been ages since he last got to stretch like this, especially after healing from being mauled in Tephra, but he’s just glad to be active again. His descent is more careful than usual and he spreads his wings once more as he approaches the ground, easing into a relaxed trot to slow himself to a stop. The glowing golden eyes across the underside of his wings are hidden once more as he folds them against his sides. Still, the slow turning halo above his head and the lines across his neck and face seem brighter here in the shade beneath the trees.
Ophanim remains still as his bright blue eyes adjust to the light. Finally, he’s able to take a few steps forward as he surveys the region, briefly wondering if he should have waited up for Sochi. He didn’t know her very well at all so it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference either way. The angel boy shrugs it off and continues touring the territory curiously.
And then, a dark little thought comes weaseling its way into his mind.
He glances left, then right. Maybe they haven’t noticed that the best captive they’ll ever have is here yet. The corners of his pink and gold lips curl into a smile once more as he inhales deeply through his nose. Cress had woven his fire gland back together like a master of her craft and so he isn’t surprised when the stream of fire comes almost easier than before when he exhales. But he doesn’t push his luck with it just yet. Instead, he lets only a small flame chew through the fallen leaves and leave scorch marks across the ground. It dies as quickly as it came and he laughs at his own antics. By the time his year is up, there may be nothing left of Sylva but ash and remorse. What a perfect place to build his strength back up.
“Sinner! Come along now, before my boredom costs you your home!” he says as more laughter comes tumbling from him carelessly.
Now, he tucks his wings as he spots a small clearing between the trees of the southern territory. It’s been ages since he last got to stretch like this, especially after healing from being mauled in Tephra, but he’s just glad to be active again. His descent is more careful than usual and he spreads his wings once more as he approaches the ground, easing into a relaxed trot to slow himself to a stop. The glowing golden eyes across the underside of his wings are hidden once more as he folds them against his sides. Still, the slow turning halo above his head and the lines across his neck and face seem brighter here in the shade beneath the trees.
Ophanim remains still as his bright blue eyes adjust to the light. Finally, he’s able to take a few steps forward as he surveys the region, briefly wondering if he should have waited up for Sochi. He didn’t know her very well at all so it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference either way. The angel boy shrugs it off and continues touring the territory curiously.
And then, a dark little thought comes weaseling its way into his mind.
He glances left, then right. Maybe they haven’t noticed that the best captive they’ll ever have is here yet. The corners of his pink and gold lips curl into a smile once more as he inhales deeply through his nose. Cress had woven his fire gland back together like a master of her craft and so he isn’t surprised when the stream of fire comes almost easier than before when he exhales. But he doesn’t push his luck with it just yet. Instead, he lets only a small flame chew through the fallen leaves and leave scorch marks across the ground. It dies as quickly as it came and he laughs at his own antics. By the time his year is up, there may be nothing left of Sylva but ash and remorse. What a perfect place to build his strength back up.
“Sinner! Come along now, before my boredom costs you your home!” he says as more laughter comes tumbling from him carelessly.