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immortal flames

Wings of silk rest upon his back, the silver tinted white feathers glistening in the moonlight. His back ached from the heavy weight of large, graceful wings resting upon it. He dips his toes, just barely a brush of his big toe sends the water rippling as he stares down at his face. Pale skin paired well with piercing blue eyes, burning deep into the water. It was vibrant and icy, cold almost. Dirty blond hair rest there.

The boy, about eighteen, had died and become an angel. He was a simple angel, yes, but an angel nonetheless. He was out and about, learning about the large bird feathers that rested upon his back. He reaches up, feeling the smooth spirals that nestled in his hair and grew from his scalp. Milk why horns, spiralling like a corkscrew. Micheal, the boy, was never one to admire himself but in this new form..he was exquisitely unique. A ineffable beast that hardly compared to his prior self.

A bush shakes and Micheal's head shoots up, heart beating erratically in his chest at the hard crunching of leaving breaking under a great weight. This was no squirrel. And definitely no rabbit either. As he watched the bush, the only light being from the moon, a elegant figure steps out from it.

Golden eyes that shine like the sun and a coat of rustic red, tannish and freckled with brown, a wolf stood in all its Glory. Though dead, Micheal still feared the mighty jaws of the beast. He wanted to run, escape from the possible danger but something about those eyes; the glowing orbs of fire. They lured him in, encasing him in a cage of enchantment. He watched as the wolf watched him, curiousity glistening in his eyes that Micheal was certain he too held.

Then, with graceful movements the wolf bends to lap at the crystal liquid, golden eyes yet to actually leave Micheal. He's captivated, held still by the fire trapped in the wolf's eyes. The wolf lifts it's neck and takes a step towards the water. Curiosity killed the cat. Micheal reminded himself. He wanted to cross the small bend that seperated him from the beast but his fears denied him of that ability. Though, angels don't exactly fear, do they? But satisfaction brought it back. Micheal is quick to his feet, quick to move to the majestic beast.

He reaches the wolf, staring into the eyes that danced like immortal flames; graceful, elegant, dangerous. He's slow with his movements but eventually he runs his fingers through the thick fur, a smile pulling at his lips. Micheal had always wanted to touch a wolf and finally he was granted that ability. He grips it, feeling the coarse hair pass through his fingers. It feels like nothing else is there, only Micheal and this elegant beast.

Time goes on forever but eventually the beast pulls away, golden optics bidding farewell and with movements of fluid the wolf is bounding into the woods. It glances back once, eyes of fire dancing, and lets out a howl. It's truly magnificent, ever so surreal. The voice of both a strong warrior and a calm river. A elegant sound that caresses his ears and somehow Micheal knows exactly what the beast is saying, no translation to english, yet perfectly clear. Then, the wolf turns once more and within a flash it's vanished from sight.