catch the sun ➵ flight,, attempt

[wormwood.]

Meanwhile, flying had come as a sort of second nature to Aurum from the moment that these wings had grown upon his back, in all their painful glory. Sure, at first it had been difficult, adjusting to the heavy weight on his back and the eay that his body had a new way to amble forward, but he had managed to adapt very quickly, his first actual flight being when he had been attacked by a mutated feral boar, and had needed to get away quickly. Sure, the action had been driven by panic and a desperate need to get away from the vicious creature trying to rip his body apart, but flying had felt so wonderfully exhilarating. It felt so natural and wonderful, despite the fact that his large feline body had never been created with the intention of flying. Nowadays, he was fairly sure the reason that he had felt so incredibly empowered while flying had been because he was an archangel, thrown down into this mortal cool to serve as a guardian angel for Poet – not that any of that mattered now. It just meant that it made sense for him to be able to fly, and to actively enjoy it so much. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Crowley could not enjoy that particularly ability anymore, even if he had once been able to. It was almost sad – actually, it was definitely sad – that Crowley had lost his old angelic abilities when he had fallen into demonhood. Sure, Aurum had technically turned his back on the heavens when he had realized he was an angel, and had decided to remain within Tanglewood rather than go back to the sky where he belonged, but he had never officially fallen, per say, and thus he had never lost his angelic abilities.

When Aurum had first been attempting to fly, shortly after the wings had torn their way forth from his back, catching him off guard and filling him with intense pain, he had only attempted such things off of small platforms, such as slightly high rocks. It seemed, however, that Crowley took a highly different approach to things, considering the fact that he was throwing himself off one of the tallest goddamn trees around here. When Aurum had been out on a patrol around the territory, and had caught scent of Crowley around, he had reflexively felt a smile come to his face. He enjoyed Crowley's company, and often found himself feeling mischievous in the demon's presence. He wasn't entirely sure why – after all, he wasn't aware of the full extent of Crowley's past – but he found that he liked it, and without even a second thought, he could already feel his paws carrying him towards the other male. What he didn't expect to see, however, was Crowley leaping out of one of the extremely tall trees that resided within Tanglewood's swamp. He tensed up immediately, assuming that Crowley was about to continue on in flight, but he was wrong, and he watched the feline's slow crash down into the earth. Aurum stared for a moment in shock before he quickly moved forward, his own wings sticking out as he rushed over to where Crowley was laying on the ground, looking absolutely devastated and unhappy about his little experiment. Once he was near, the guardsman rumbled softly with a worried little frown on his muzzle, "Crowley! Crowley, are you alright? Do I need to get one of the medics...?" He wanted to ask more, like if Crowley was alright emotionally, considering the way that the other seemed on the verge of tears, and was clearly upset over his failed attempt to fly.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]