Dormant

6

Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam,
It was worth it just to learn from sleight of hand,
Bad news comes,
Don't you worry,
Even when it lands,
Good news will work its way to all them plans.
We both got fired on exactly the same day,
Well we'll float on,
Good news is on the way

-Modest Mouse, Float On

6

"Favorite food of Man."

Fury bit her bottom lip as Strife spoke up from in behind her, his annoying, monotonous voice beginning to cause a migraine to grow right between her eyes. Even Orion's back tensed. Instead of answering her twin, she released her breath slowly and followed Orion at a faster pace.

"Mine has to be... Chicken. Okay, how about book? What's your favorite, all time story that any Man has written? Mine is something called Robin Hood."
Rolling her eyes, Fury's hands balled into a fist on either side of her body and she struggled to control the wave of anger. This had been going on for the last four hours. They had stopped a couple of times since Strife was having 'uncontrollable bathroom urges' since he was drinking water again for the first time in centuries. And they had stopped again because Strife had been dying from hunger. It took every ounce, every bit of Fury's control not to smash his pathetic head in every time that her twin brother called out an excuse to stop. Orion was becoming annoyed as well and he couldn't even interact with Strife any longer.

The only thing that she could think of that made sense was Strife's lost of immortality; unlike her brothers, Fury had not been wounded by one of the ash creations so she had not been infected directly. However, she could her strength diminishing with every passing hour. Her talent of speaking the language of Earth's animals -which was already limited, though War, having been born with a special trait to do so, could perfectly understand any animal on any planet- was slowly disappearing, causing her conversations with Orion to be short and blunt. It seemed like she was becoming tired; a soreness had began to seep through her muscles and her footsteps weren't as trustworthy as before. She could only assume that she needed rest though she knew that she wouldn't be allowed such a thing until later. The thought of bringing their horse should have been done.

"Favorite song," Strife exclaimed passionately and Fury responded with another eye roll. This had perhaps always been Strife's one weakness; a good song always left him ogling and with a silly grin on his face. While the other Horsemen could tolerate music -it wasn't exactly a Nephilim thing- Strife pursued it with a passion.

"As of right now, my favorite song is 'If You Don't be Quiet, I Will Rip You a New Asshole.' There."

The White Horseman stayed silent for a moment and Fury crossed her fingers.

"That's stupid; how could a song like that even appeal to people to sing?" Strife commented curiously as Fury moaned in frustration. "My favorite has to be Billie Jean by Michael Jackson."
"A band of the Kingdom of Man, I presume?"

"Singer, actually. Weird guy, but hell could he sing. Man have the best music. They're the only species that I know of that act like that can't survive without music." His hand caught one of the tree branches and he brandished it toward Fury with a wide grin. "Half the time the music is about making love anyways. The ladies love it."

Face-palming, Fury grumbled to herself before turning back to Orion. The Stag had stopped, standing proudly upon a small hill that overlooked a landscape that Fury had yet to see. At first, Fury had been suspicious of following the buck. War swore that the animal could be trusted; the Stag had been the creature that had led him to the ash beast in the first place. But Fury had her doubts. Earth was not like many planets. Here the inhabitants were weak, having become too pampered and too busy destroying each other. The Kingdom of Man was a strange subject to discuss. Tempted by both Angel and Demon, Man had a possibility of having both the traits of Heaven and Hell; while Nephilim were the children of Demon and Angel, they were usually a perfect balance of both unless acted upon a force on either side. Man had no control like anything else either. Their world was slowly dying, killing off the place that they live and the animals and plants that they share it with. She, however, had not expected the animals of Earth to be simple minded. They were all frightened over the Demons of Hell more than they were the Angels of Heaven; here the tables were the same and both sides killed the animals of Earth without much of thought, Hell because they could and Heaven because they thought the animals would go to a better place anyways. Only the creatures that had experienced Heaven in action were scared. The presence of the Horsemen left the creatures jittery and nervous, though Orion acted fine. Perhaps it was because he knew that the Horsemen weren't there to hurt him.