11-16-2019, 10:40 PM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
After Aurum's several discussions with Crowley over heaven and hell in the past, the angel knew that Crowley hated hell just as much as he did heaven, if not even more. Crowley may not have ever really gone beyond mild complaining when it came to actual words, but Aurum could tell from the way the other reacted as he talked, his facial expressions, and all sorts of different things that Crowley hated being trapped between a rock and a hellish place. Aurum had wanted to do nothing more than help the demon in his struggles, but truthfully he hadn't known how to. After all, Aurum had no connections to hell, nor did he really have a strong connection to heaven anymore. Despite once being a high ranking archangel, it wasn't as if Aurum could just rain holy fire down on whoever he wanted, at least not while they still remained within their realm of suffering and hatred. Thankfully, it seemed as though two of Crowley'a higher ups had been stupid enough to leave their comfort zone, where they most definitely lost any sort of territorial advantage that they had to work with in the first place. It truly was the farthest from fair that you could really end up having. After all, unlike any of the three demons present, Aurum not only had the power of flames at his disposal, but he had years of experience operating within his animal body. No matter what, no lynx or wolf wanted to take on a fully grown lion, especially not one of the above average size of Aurum, with the added power of his wings and flame elementals.
The guardsman had been out for a flight around the territory, his strong golden and red wings flapping every once and awhile to keep him above the tree line as he scanned down below him with one eye, keeping himself primed for any possible intruders. If anything, he had been expecting some pissy Pittians, or perhaps a rogue who felt like messing with Tanglewood territory. Instead of either of those things, however, he spotted Crowley, along with two other creatures who were obviously none too pleased with him. Immediately Aurum's ears pinned down against his skull, and the angel found himself diving down from the sky, the earth around him seeming to almost rattle as he slammed down onto it, standing up to his full and intimidating height. He stood between Crowley and the other two, immediately wrinkling his nose at the sight and smell of the other two demons, along with the unfortunate state that Crowley was in. Seeing the unhappy and slightly pained look on Crowley's face only made the anger in Aurum grow more, and before long he could feel fire bubbling up through his body, coiling in fiery rings around his front legs like a snake. He roared furiously, his one blue eye seeming to blaze with the same power that currently rushed up through him, his huge wings spreading out upwards to produce an even more intimidating issue, "How DARE you come onto Tanglewood territory and attack Crowley? You scum will regret the day you ever crawled out of the accursed earth." The angel had heat and anger radiating off of him in waves, and he could already see the two scrambling amongst themselves, both terror and confusion present in their faces – after all, how were they supposed to know there would he an archangel living in the same place as Crowley?
The angel of sorrow wasted no time launching himself forward, his flaming form crashing into Hastur with an almost bone rattling crunch. He wasn't sure what exactly what he had hit, but there was blood splattered on his front, and Hastur was wheezing in what seemed like the closest thing to pain that could be felt, the lynch's form half racing and half limping away after being slammed into the nearest tree. Ligur was already turned around, looking about ready to bolt, but Aurum slammed a paw down on the wolf's tail, dragging him back and digging his teeth into his side, making him let out a howl of agony before be was tossed away with a firm slam as well. More wheezing filled the air as Ligur stumbled upwards, and Aurum roared again, righteous fury still racing through his veins, "LEAVE! And if you ever return, I will be here again to do things even worse." In all honesty, the lion had gone easy on them, and they seemed to realize that, both demons rushing off as quickly as they could with their myriad of injuries, tails tucked between their legs as they disappeared from sight. It was a couple of minutes before Aurum finally let out a sigh, his flames flitting out to nothingness and his wings settling back down upon his back. It was always hard to adjust back after he had a moment like that, but he also had Crowley to worry about, and he didn't particularly want to be wreathed in white hot flames for that.
Turning around, Aurum wrinkled his nose as he flicked off some of Ligur and Hastur's blood, a grunt leaving him before he moved over to Crowley, worry reflected in his one blue eye. The archangel mumbled softly as he stepped close, fussing like a mother or a lover would, "Crowley... sorry I wasn't here sooner. Are you alright? Who were those two?" He was fairly sure he could guess, but he wanted confirmation from the demon himself, not to mention that the guardsman didn't like making assumptions. He was ready to start calling out for Selby or Moth right away, but for the moment Crowley didn't exactly look fatally injured, so Aurum decided to wait until he got the feline's answer, his body tense with anxiety. He honestly wasn't sure how Crowley would react to seeing him fully immersed in his righteous angelic element, ready to slaughter for those that he cared about or respected, but he could only hope it wouldn't reflect negatively upon him, especially after he and Crowley had just begun to become close.
The guardsman had been out for a flight around the territory, his strong golden and red wings flapping every once and awhile to keep him above the tree line as he scanned down below him with one eye, keeping himself primed for any possible intruders. If anything, he had been expecting some pissy Pittians, or perhaps a rogue who felt like messing with Tanglewood territory. Instead of either of those things, however, he spotted Crowley, along with two other creatures who were obviously none too pleased with him. Immediately Aurum's ears pinned down against his skull, and the angel found himself diving down from the sky, the earth around him seeming to almost rattle as he slammed down onto it, standing up to his full and intimidating height. He stood between Crowley and the other two, immediately wrinkling his nose at the sight and smell of the other two demons, along with the unfortunate state that Crowley was in. Seeing the unhappy and slightly pained look on Crowley's face only made the anger in Aurum grow more, and before long he could feel fire bubbling up through his body, coiling in fiery rings around his front legs like a snake. He roared furiously, his one blue eye seeming to blaze with the same power that currently rushed up through him, his huge wings spreading out upwards to produce an even more intimidating issue, "How DARE you come onto Tanglewood territory and attack Crowley? You scum will regret the day you ever crawled out of the accursed earth." The angel had heat and anger radiating off of him in waves, and he could already see the two scrambling amongst themselves, both terror and confusion present in their faces – after all, how were they supposed to know there would he an archangel living in the same place as Crowley?
The angel of sorrow wasted no time launching himself forward, his flaming form crashing into Hastur with an almost bone rattling crunch. He wasn't sure what exactly what he had hit, but there was blood splattered on his front, and Hastur was wheezing in what seemed like the closest thing to pain that could be felt, the lynch's form half racing and half limping away after being slammed into the nearest tree. Ligur was already turned around, looking about ready to bolt, but Aurum slammed a paw down on the wolf's tail, dragging him back and digging his teeth into his side, making him let out a howl of agony before be was tossed away with a firm slam as well. More wheezing filled the air as Ligur stumbled upwards, and Aurum roared again, righteous fury still racing through his veins, "LEAVE! And if you ever return, I will be here again to do things even worse." In all honesty, the lion had gone easy on them, and they seemed to realize that, both demons rushing off as quickly as they could with their myriad of injuries, tails tucked between their legs as they disappeared from sight. It was a couple of minutes before Aurum finally let out a sigh, his flames flitting out to nothingness and his wings settling back down upon his back. It was always hard to adjust back after he had a moment like that, but he also had Crowley to worry about, and he didn't particularly want to be wreathed in white hot flames for that.
Turning around, Aurum wrinkled his nose as he flicked off some of Ligur and Hastur's blood, a grunt leaving him before he moved over to Crowley, worry reflected in his one blue eye. The archangel mumbled softly as he stepped close, fussing like a mother or a lover would, "Crowley... sorry I wasn't here sooner. Are you alright? Who were those two?" He was fairly sure he could guess, but he wanted confirmation from the demon himself, not to mention that the guardsman didn't like making assumptions. He was ready to start calling out for Selby or Moth right away, but for the moment Crowley didn't exactly look fatally injured, so Aurum decided to wait until he got the feline's answer, his body tense with anxiety. He honestly wasn't sure how Crowley would react to seeing him fully immersed in his righteous angelic element, ready to slaughter for those that he cared about or respected, but he could only hope it wouldn't reflect negatively upon him, especially after he and Crowley had just begun to become close.
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