07-19-2018, 06:48 PM
An angel, a demon, a fallen angel. Marcel was neither or none of those, being someone of pure mortal blood and having not even a drop of blood like them. He was normal, ordinary, or at least in terms of blood. On the outside his pelt was different and not regular for a cheetah of any king, even a king one. He would never be immortal or strong like these guys due to how his blood was nothing more than mortal, but he was somewhat fine with that. He would get stronger on his own time at his own pace and he was confident that he didn't need abnormal blood to do that. Yeah it meant that he would bruise easily or get more hurt, experience more pain, but pain would make his experiences and build them to where maybe even one day he could have the strength equivalent to a demon or angel, but for now he was stuck like this, weak as he had no idea how to even fight with his limp leg let alone walk without falling.
Wings were things he never truly quite got. How one could get them was completely beyond him. He wasn't sure but he also wouldn't want them. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights but rather he simply just preferred the ground and to walk along it. Yeah flying gave advantages ones on the ground walking didn't have, but flying would make you miss the little things that could only be seen from eyes on the ground and not eyes from up above and how ironic was it that as these thoughts were filling his mind of demons and angels and wings of the sort, he had happened to be walking along the territory in a nice little night stroll, his eyes in front of him.
Marcellus' paws carried him through the territory, trying to make it so he didn't fall over due to his limp. If it hadn't been for Rochelle's voice, he would of walked straight past and not seen them but the male lifted his head and turned it to see them off to the side, tail flicking behind him as he padded over to greet them. At first he was going to ask why they had been up so late but then he realized that Chain had grown some fresh pair of wings. Or was he just hallucinating? "Damn those are some really nice wings. His voice was a bit awkward considering he wasn't sure if wings were a good thing or a bad thing for this guy.
Wings were things he never truly quite got. How one could get them was completely beyond him. He wasn't sure but he also wouldn't want them. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights but rather he simply just preferred the ground and to walk along it. Yeah flying gave advantages ones on the ground walking didn't have, but flying would make you miss the little things that could only be seen from eyes on the ground and not eyes from up above and how ironic was it that as these thoughts were filling his mind of demons and angels and wings of the sort, he had happened to be walking along the territory in a nice little night stroll, his eyes in front of him.
Marcellus' paws carried him through the territory, trying to make it so he didn't fall over due to his limp. If it hadn't been for Rochelle's voice, he would of walked straight past and not seen them but the male lifted his head and turned it to see them off to the side, tail flicking behind him as he padded over to greet them. At first he was going to ask why they had been up so late but then he realized that Chain had grown some fresh pair of wings. Or was he just hallucinating? "Damn those are some really nice wings. His voice was a bit awkward considering he wasn't sure if wings were a good thing or a bad thing for this guy.