Fly Away

Enigmas In A Season

*Winter's POV*

I softly fluttered my soft feathery wings shut, landing with grace in a green grassy meadow. Cat tails whipped against my knees as my eyes landed upon a large crater indent pressed into the cold ground of earth.

She must've been here, this looks like the place she fell. I noticed a small dapple of blood creating a trail to my right...something bad happened I can just tell.

There's a possibility of whatever that got my stupid sister could still be around... I slowly reached a small hand into my satchel, tightly gripping the leather handle of my small silver dagger. My nerves beginning to go on edge as a small snap of a twig resounded from my left.

"OW! DUDE LET ME GO!" The demon hollered as I pounced, tackling the man to the floor while pinning his arms tightly to his sides.

"What have you done with my sister?" I seethed with quiet anger, pressing the serrated dagger to his dark throat. He looked quiet frazzled as I stared to him with deadly violet eyes.

He was quite ugly with two small horns protruding from either side of his forehead, scars patterning his dark skin and ugly black leather wings folded loosely behind his broad shoulders. I could tell he wasn't one of wealth by looking at the poorly sewn together rags covering his dirty body.

"I-i don't know anything about your sister! I just came to see where my cousin r-ran off with that fallen angel!" His black orbs widened to dinner plates as I froze, fallen angel? Dammit Spring you've done it now.

An angered huff escaped my throat as I quickly sprung up on my feet while fixing my shoulder lengthed purple locks. I glowered down to this evil creature with an intimidating glare.

"Take me to your cousin. If you don't comply I won't hesitate to kill you." My voice cold as my season. He pressed his lips in a thin line.

"What's in it for me if I do?" The man coyly smiled as I internally barfed in disgust. This rat with wings is surely getting in my bad side really fast and I would rather kill him now and keep searching but he is of use to me.

"You don't die you filthy animal. Now, move!" I harshly barked as he scrambled to stand, his black leather tail snapping behind. I pressed my dagger back in its sheath in my midnight black backpack. I was sure he got a look of my holy water as I slowly pulled out the small beaker.

I pressed the small container into my palm as we set to the pastel red pigmented skies, just in case he gets any ideas..