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Gentle Demon

{A demon finds a young angel with mangled wings. The child can’t fly and will surely be killed by another other demon who finds them. The demon takes the small Angel in despite their protests. Or, they may have been the one to hurt their wings.}

Molraag was bored. His friend had dragged him into the forest for some reason or another, he wasn't really listening. He didn't understand why his friend had him bring his travel bag if he was just going to be ignored the whole time. As soon as he could, he slipped away to just wander around by himself. He watched as animals scattered at the sight of him, not that he felt like chasing them at the moment.

The tendrils on his back curled and waved to broadcast his boredom, a few snapping out to stab a tree or bush. They had minds of their own sometimes. He paused when he heard a sound that was unusual for this deep into the forest. Listening carefully, there was a short pause before he heard the sound again. Now confused, since that sound shouldn't be anywhere near this deep into the woods, he looks in that direction.

Eventually his curiosity won him over and he quietly stalked towards the sound. Closer and closer he crept, careful not to make a sound. Soon he came to a small clearing. That's where he spotted her, a small curled figure in the moonlight. She was softly crying, sniffling every now and then. His eyes trailed to the tiny mangled wings on her back held in odd angles, probably to keep the pain at bay.

Molraag hesitated but as much as it pains him to say, he can never handle a crying child. His peers call him weak because of it. He slowly left the brush, carefully approaching the child. Even his tendrils drooped and barely moved so as to not make him look even bigger. He winced and mentally cursed himself when he stepped on a large stick, loudly breaking it with his weight.

The little angel whipped her head up and stared at him with pure fear in her teary eyes. Sighing softly to himself, Molraag slowly lowered to sit on the ground in his spot. He kept his arms and tendrils in clear view so as to not look even more like a threat. She didn't relax much so he tried a different tactic.

Lowering his head, careful not to have his horns point towards her, he tried softly talking to her. His voice was very gravelly and gruff, so much so that even when as soft as he could make it it still sounded like a constant growl. She just shrank back at his voice, probably not understanding what he was saying. Before he could think of another way to get her to relax, he heard the haunting howl of a demon on the hunt. He muttered a curse to himself and climbed to his clawed feet.

"Sorry kid, but we gotta go." Before she could react he lunged at her. She yelped and tried to scramble away but he had already scooped her up and was trotting the opposite direction of the howl. He pinned her to him, despite her pitiful struggles and wiggling. Eventually she wiggled enough to have one of her wings brush his arm, causing her to yelp and freeze from pain.

Molraag just sped up at that, needing to get somewhere safe before he could try to help her wings. He slowed to a stop after a while, carefully listening for anything out of place. He then set down the little angel, one tendril snaking around one of her ankles to keep her in place as he dug around his bag. He was now thankful he had enough mind to pack some bandages and medical tape. He grabbed a few sticks and made very rough braces for the small angel's wings. He had to pin her down with his tendrils so he could work without risk of hurting her more.

He let her go and checked her over for anything else needing a quick patch-up before they continued. He froze when he heard a growl behind him. It wasn't of a very brave predator either. That was a hunting demon's growl. The angel infront of him froze in fear, eyes blowing wide when she looked over his shoulder. Molraag slowly turned his head to glance behind him. He saw the demon's glowing eyes. He cursed when he recognized the eyes locked on the small angel. He then turned to face the other demon, returning the growl with a warning one of his own.

Only then did the eyes shift to him and narrow. He got a challenging growl in response. He shifted his stance, ready for the fight that is definitely coming. Molraag calmly spoke back to the young angel now behind him. "Close your eyes, kid." Despite not knowing what he said she seemed to get the idea and curled up again, hands covering her ears and face buried in her knees. Molraag was the first to lunge, starting the fight.

If he were completely honest with himself, instigating a fight with a demon being driven by hunting instinct wasn't the smartest move. He was thankful that he didn't have to kill them though. He drove them off and howled his victory to make sure they didn't loop back around. He then turned and trudged back to the kid. The poor thing was shaking with fear and pressing her hands to her ears as hard as she could.

Molraag gently patted her head, careful not to prick her with his claws. He was exhausted, tendrils not even being able to lift off the ground, but knew they weren't safe yet. Not by a long shot. She slowly lifted her head to look at his battered and beatened face. He gave her a weak smile. He tossed his head to tell her to follow along as he started walking.

He heard her stay in place for a few second before getting to her feet and trotting up to walk next to him. He didn't even glance down at her, not wanting to scare her again with his predatory eyes. He forgot that thought when he felt her wrap her small hand around one of his clawed fingers. He stared down at her, shocked. She nervously smiled up at him.

'This kid is mine now. I wont let anyone hurt her again. Not while I live.'