Post by Erosaf on Feb 12, 2015 20:51:05 GMT 1
¬¬Secret things, believed only to be myth and superstition were only too real to the night. Dark green eyes were glowing in the dark as she glided along on silent wings, watching for anyone trying to cause trouble for those who lived in the realm she was in. Powerful as she was, Calla did not wish to draw attention to herself. Over the buildings she flew, ever watchful.
Such peace there was tonight, no one was misbehaving in ways that she would have to intervene. It was nights like tonight that she cherished, for sometimes there were far too many fights going on. No naughty demons seemed to be lurking in the wrong places, and that was a pleasing thought, even if it made the night somewhat boring for her. Why am I the one always sent out at times? she thought. Sometimes, when she had such boring nights to handle, she wished she could be the one back home in the palace, training on dummies.
It was then that her keen eyesight caught a movement in one of the alleyways. What was that?
She turned, heading back to the alleyway and landed lightly, wings retracting back into her shoulders with the slightly irritating itch that accompanied it. She sighed, sniffing the air. Her nose worked to figure out which scent was wrong for this place. I know I saw someone who did not belong down here, but where are they?
Such peace there was tonight, no one was misbehaving in ways that she would have to intervene. It was nights like tonight that she cherished, for sometimes there were far too many fights going on. No naughty demons seemed to be lurking in the wrong places, and that was a pleasing thought, even if it made the night somewhat boring for her. Why am I the one always sent out at times? she thought. Sometimes, when she had such boring nights to handle, she wished she could be the one back home in the palace, training on dummies.
It was then that her keen eyesight caught a movement in one of the alleyways. What was that?
She turned, heading back to the alleyway and landed lightly, wings retracting back into her shoulders with the slightly irritating itch that accompanied it. She sighed, sniffing the air. Her nose worked to figure out which scent was wrong for this place. I know I saw someone who did not belong down here, but where are they?
((Callaiel is a vampire/arch angel hybrid. She does not fear the sun, but, does on occassion need to consume blood. NO human knows what she is except those in churches))
