11-21-2019, 08:29 PM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Angels and demons. Heaven and hell. Good and evil. When Aurum had been just a cub, it had all seemed so clear cut to him. The world worked one way and anything the other way was wrong, and he was one of those wrong things. He had never particularly known why Aethelred and Judith had hated him so much, but he had always just assumed that he was the evil to Poet's good. The hell to Poet's heaven. The demon to Poet's angel. When he had finally found out that this wasn't the case, he had been... shocked. Still, for some reason, being an angel had just felt... right. However, from that point onward, Aurum hadn't seen the world in such black and white terms anymore. Sure, he was an angel, but he had still done bad things in the past, and heaven certainly wasn't all it was fucking cracked up to be either, at least if you were him. So, when the lion had met Crowley and felt a strange connection to the other, he hadn't been sure how to feel about it. When Crowley had admitted that he was a demon, however, Aurum hadn't felt any sort of hostility towards the smaller feline. He didn't see all demons as bad, and he wasn't going to judge them based on what they had done to fall – after all, Crowley hadn't exactly fallen because he was some sort of right bastard, he had just been curious, and apparently that was worthy of being ejected from the heavens above, his soul roasting as he collapsed down to hell. Although Crowley hadn't told Aurum every detail about his fall, Aurum had been able to pick up on some things, and he had been able to hide it, but he couldn't help but feel fury over what had happened to the other. He'd only gotten angrier in the moments afterwards, when Crowley had shrugged off the worries of his past, and the fact that hell could be possible. Perhaps, when Aurum had absolutely demolished Ligur and Hastur, he had somewhat been taking out his rage on behalf of the other male – not that Crowley needed Aurum to protect him, at least as far as the angel assumed.
After that little encounter, Aurum had attempted to keep an eye on Crowley, even if it was just a watchful eye from a distance. He occasionally noticed the flinching or the nervous over the shoulder glances, but he figured it was justified, considering what the other had been through before Aurum had come along to fight the other demons off, holy righteousness and all. The larger angel hadn't wanted to seem overbearing or anything though, so despite his role as a guardsman, the male had just occasionally kept Crowley company, usually showering him in affection and not bringing up what had happened. He figured Crowley preferred it that way, since the other never really seemed to like confronting any of his feelings, even the positive ones. Aurum wasn't able to do his whole "watching from afar" routine constantly, however. Crowley had been wandering off more and more often lately, and Aurum couldn't exactly make it just seem like he was hanging out if he followed the demon all the way out of camp. This had just happened to be one of those times when Aurum wasn't around, the lion out for a hunt while Crowley was being assaulted by another asshole demon. His eye and ears had been pricked, his entire body tense and searching as he looked for prey. What he found instead, however, was the sounds of a struggle. The guardsman rose his head up in confusion, his one eye darting around as he searched for the source of the noises. However, as fast as the noises had come, they were suddenly gone, and Aurum found his ears pinned down against his head, anxiety rushing through his veins. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like something was wrong – very, very wrong.
As he began to pad around, searching desperately for the way that he could help, the scent of Crowley eventually reached his nose. Immediately his panic and anxiety skyrocketed up to eleven, and before he knew it is his legs and wings were pushing himself along, bolting towards the source of the smell. Rather than finding the male himself, Aurum ended up finding the original scene of the fight, the ground dirtied with the blood of those involved. The lion's heart sank, and he followed the trail of unsettlingly still warm blood, and the scent of Crowley mixed with someone else. Before long, his throat was burning as he roared, his head snapping urgently from side to side as he looked for the demon, "Crowley! Crowley! Shit... shit!" The frustration only drove him to run faster, the marshal's many plants snapping and crumbling underneath his paws as he both ran and soared through the heavily clustered trees. When he eventually reached the town, he spotted Crowley, the demon collapsed against the ground with his eye leaking fucking everywhere, smearing the already dark muddy ground with black blood. The angel's eye widened considerably as he saw his friend, leaping over with a couple flaps of his wings, landing beside the other and mumbling urgently, "Crowley, Crowley, fucking hell... what happened? Who did this to you...?" His voice was a mix of sheer terror and genuine rage, directed towards whoever had done this to the demon that he had come to like so much. His eyes landed on the knife that Crowley had been clinging to like a lifeline for a moment before shaking his head, deciding that it wasn't important right now. He could answer questions later, when Crowley wasn't collapsed on the ground in front of him in a huge amount of pain. Aurum laid down on the ground for a moment beside Crowley, gently pressing his nose against the other's side to offer a form of comfort, one of his large golden and red wings resting almost lovingly over the other's hindquarters.
Settled beside the other, Aurum rose his head and roared loudly, his voice so loud it could seem like the ground was nearly shaking from the sheer force of the emotion contained within his call, "SELBY! MOTH!" His call for the medics was frantic and almost as pained as if he was the one who had ended up hurt, but he couldn't help it. Although he and Crowley technically weren't connected by say, a mental bond, Crowley being in pain inflicted him with pain as well, his one good eye faintly burning with tears. As the angel waited for the sawbones to arrive, Aurum pressed his forehead to Crowley's side, rumbling softly to try and comfort the suffering demon, a faint tremble moving through his feathers, "Crowley... you're gonna be okay, Crowley. I promise. Selby and Moth are gonna patch you right up, and you're gonna be alright... you have to be alright, okay? You're a demon... you can't go. If I can't go, you can't go. Please..." His voice was weak and gradually panic began to slip more and more into his tone, tensing his entire body up. Sure, angels and demons were traditionally immortal, right? So Crowley couldn't go... at least, that's what Aurum desperately hoped was true, even though he wasn't sure what exactly had caused the demon's current injuries. After all, there was a chance that the other had been hit by something that could hurt even him... the thought made terror run cold through his veins, and all around he and Crowley, his earth elementals began to mangle the plants around them, the plants sticking up from the mud wilting over and crumbling into the darkened mud, signifying Aurum's unstable and terrified mood. At the very least it wasn't his fire elementals activating because of his emotions, or the entire jungle would be set ablaze by the angel's sheer tornado of emotions going on inside.
After a long moment, Aurum closed his one good eye and pressed further into Crowley's side fur, his voice firm but so, so soft that practically no one except for Crowley would be able to hear it, "If you... if you die, I swear to that fucking asshole god, I'll go after you myself, and I'll bring you back, alright? I just got to meet you, and you're the first person who's ever really understood what I've been through..." A lump formed in the angel's throat as he continued, his ears perked up to search for the sound of either the footsteps of Moth or Selby, "...I... I never realized it would happen when you first showed up, but... but I really really like you Crowley. I like you so much, and you can't leave me now, damn it. I could... I could even end up loving you, y'know? But I can't do that if you end up dying on me, so hold on, goddamnit. You can be so stubborn sometimes... be stubborn about this, please..." Tears were rolling slowly down the lion's face, dampening his mane and sticking his fur down against his skin as he laid beside Crowley, slightly backed up so that the medics could easily get to the demon's face even with the guardsman there. He had absolutely no fucking idea what Crowley would remember from this encounter, but Aurum found that he didn't care that much if Crowley remembered all of it. If Crowley ended up surviving this, Aurum didn't care if things were awkward between the two of them for a little while. He just wanted Crowley to be okay.
[member=8845]moth[/member]
[member=2072]selby roux ![/member]
After that little encounter, Aurum had attempted to keep an eye on Crowley, even if it was just a watchful eye from a distance. He occasionally noticed the flinching or the nervous over the shoulder glances, but he figured it was justified, considering what the other had been through before Aurum had come along to fight the other demons off, holy righteousness and all. The larger angel hadn't wanted to seem overbearing or anything though, so despite his role as a guardsman, the male had just occasionally kept Crowley company, usually showering him in affection and not bringing up what had happened. He figured Crowley preferred it that way, since the other never really seemed to like confronting any of his feelings, even the positive ones. Aurum wasn't able to do his whole "watching from afar" routine constantly, however. Crowley had been wandering off more and more often lately, and Aurum couldn't exactly make it just seem like he was hanging out if he followed the demon all the way out of camp. This had just happened to be one of those times when Aurum wasn't around, the lion out for a hunt while Crowley was being assaulted by another asshole demon. His eye and ears had been pricked, his entire body tense and searching as he looked for prey. What he found instead, however, was the sounds of a struggle. The guardsman rose his head up in confusion, his one eye darting around as he searched for the source of the noises. However, as fast as the noises had come, they were suddenly gone, and Aurum found his ears pinned down against his head, anxiety rushing through his veins. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like something was wrong – very, very wrong.
As he began to pad around, searching desperately for the way that he could help, the scent of Crowley eventually reached his nose. Immediately his panic and anxiety skyrocketed up to eleven, and before he knew it is his legs and wings were pushing himself along, bolting towards the source of the smell. Rather than finding the male himself, Aurum ended up finding the original scene of the fight, the ground dirtied with the blood of those involved. The lion's heart sank, and he followed the trail of unsettlingly still warm blood, and the scent of Crowley mixed with someone else. Before long, his throat was burning as he roared, his head snapping urgently from side to side as he looked for the demon, "Crowley! Crowley! Shit... shit!" The frustration only drove him to run faster, the marshal's many plants snapping and crumbling underneath his paws as he both ran and soared through the heavily clustered trees. When he eventually reached the town, he spotted Crowley, the demon collapsed against the ground with his eye leaking fucking everywhere, smearing the already dark muddy ground with black blood. The angel's eye widened considerably as he saw his friend, leaping over with a couple flaps of his wings, landing beside the other and mumbling urgently, "Crowley, Crowley, fucking hell... what happened? Who did this to you...?" His voice was a mix of sheer terror and genuine rage, directed towards whoever had done this to the demon that he had come to like so much. His eyes landed on the knife that Crowley had been clinging to like a lifeline for a moment before shaking his head, deciding that it wasn't important right now. He could answer questions later, when Crowley wasn't collapsed on the ground in front of him in a huge amount of pain. Aurum laid down on the ground for a moment beside Crowley, gently pressing his nose against the other's side to offer a form of comfort, one of his large golden and red wings resting almost lovingly over the other's hindquarters.
Settled beside the other, Aurum rose his head and roared loudly, his voice so loud it could seem like the ground was nearly shaking from the sheer force of the emotion contained within his call, "SELBY! MOTH!" His call for the medics was frantic and almost as pained as if he was the one who had ended up hurt, but he couldn't help it. Although he and Crowley technically weren't connected by say, a mental bond, Crowley being in pain inflicted him with pain as well, his one good eye faintly burning with tears. As the angel waited for the sawbones to arrive, Aurum pressed his forehead to Crowley's side, rumbling softly to try and comfort the suffering demon, a faint tremble moving through his feathers, "Crowley... you're gonna be okay, Crowley. I promise. Selby and Moth are gonna patch you right up, and you're gonna be alright... you have to be alright, okay? You're a demon... you can't go. If I can't go, you can't go. Please..." His voice was weak and gradually panic began to slip more and more into his tone, tensing his entire body up. Sure, angels and demons were traditionally immortal, right? So Crowley couldn't go... at least, that's what Aurum desperately hoped was true, even though he wasn't sure what exactly had caused the demon's current injuries. After all, there was a chance that the other had been hit by something that could hurt even him... the thought made terror run cold through his veins, and all around he and Crowley, his earth elementals began to mangle the plants around them, the plants sticking up from the mud wilting over and crumbling into the darkened mud, signifying Aurum's unstable and terrified mood. At the very least it wasn't his fire elementals activating because of his emotions, or the entire jungle would be set ablaze by the angel's sheer tornado of emotions going on inside.
After a long moment, Aurum closed his one good eye and pressed further into Crowley's side fur, his voice firm but so, so soft that practically no one except for Crowley would be able to hear it, "If you... if you die, I swear to that fucking asshole god, I'll go after you myself, and I'll bring you back, alright? I just got to meet you, and you're the first person who's ever really understood what I've been through..." A lump formed in the angel's throat as he continued, his ears perked up to search for the sound of either the footsteps of Moth or Selby, "...I... I never realized it would happen when you first showed up, but... but I really really like you Crowley. I like you so much, and you can't leave me now, damn it. I could... I could even end up loving you, y'know? But I can't do that if you end up dying on me, so hold on, goddamnit. You can be so stubborn sometimes... be stubborn about this, please..." Tears were rolling slowly down the lion's face, dampening his mane and sticking his fur down against his skin as he laid beside Crowley, slightly backed up so that the medics could easily get to the demon's face even with the guardsman there. He had absolutely no fucking idea what Crowley would remember from this encounter, but Aurum found that he didn't care that much if Crowley remembered all of it. If Crowley ended up surviving this, Aurum didn't care if things were awkward between the two of them for a little while. He just wanted Crowley to be okay.
[member=8845]moth[/member]
[member=2072]selby roux ![/member]
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