Winging It

Chapter Six

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Thana walked along the familiar road leading towards the watering hole of a town. As it came into sight, the stench of alcohol, blood and sweat filled her nose.

  Disgusting. Thana's face showed obvious disdain as she passed various drunks leering at her. They ought to perish.

She spotted a pair of wings she knew all too well. Adrian. He had a blade against Lustrious's throat from across a table. The female seemed unfazed, aroused even.

  "I don't have time for your petty games, Lustrious," he said with a low growl.

Thana assessed the situation before approaching Adrian: laying a hand on his shoulder, "Sir, it is not yet her time."

He said nothing. He did nothing. He kept his ground, glowering at the woman. She appeared amused with the whole ordeal.

With a click of his tongue, he retracted the knife before stabbing it through the table: frighteningly close to Lustrious's hand. She faltered, ever so slightly.

  "As fun as this was, dear, I must take my leave. Can't lead a rebellion without soldiers," she smirked before disappearing in a bask of light and glimmer.

Thana dared to glance at Adrian, his jaw was hardened, his eyes showed annoyance and uncertainty within them.

  "So, Thana," he spoke up, "Have you come to bring me back?"

  "No sir. As much as everyone looks forward to the rebellion against the usurpers and is anticipating your word and return, I cannot bring you back against your will," she hoped she would be able to guilt him into returning.

His face merely strengthened, "They don't need me as their leader."

Thana softly sighed through her nose in mild disappointment, "Of course, sir."

  "Honestly, if they want to throw a rebellion, why haven't they already? Why does my father not take them into battle if they care so much?" he huffed as he began to walk, Thana followed closely behind.

For someone who has existed for longer than I have, he sure acts like a child, Thana thought to herself.

Adrian continued to rant on the subject, his arms flailing around as he released his speech. He paused as he caught sight of two others.

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The bright, flame-like maiden definitely didn't set off any alarms in Adrian's mind, it was the unfamiliar man that stood behind her that caused suspicions.

Adrian assessed him. He was for certain taller than him by at least a half a head, his shoulders were significantly broader. His size made Adrian seem completely incomparable to him, had this been a competition of raw strength. Though one look at his face would say that he was of no threat.

  Stupid Angels, he thought bitterly.

Blaze introduced him to the Demonians. He smiled politely.

Adrian turned away from him and huffed to make it clear that he had no intentions of being friends. He could sense he faltered.

Chaim, as Blaze claimed him to be, reeked of daffodils. It was sickening.

No man who smelt of daffodils was a good man.