and a partridge in a pear tree - treespasser

[deimos]

The two tropes that were attached to woods seemed to differ greatly. Many people worshiped them, at the least. Others found them suspiscious and creepy. Piers seemed to see neither in this case, his stroll having taken a turn. The scent of smoke- was it flesh? Piers had never smelled burning flesh- caught his attention. It was worrying, in the very least, if not.. haunting. His gaze turned and he approached the scene, and his knees immediately buckled and his tail lashed sharply.

The lava dripping from the angel. The burned dragon. Roy, off to one side. And then there was Piers, the child, the barely understanding and "prodigy" in the mind child. He was no prodigy, he was no god. He was a child. Simply no more then two months old, and thrown into such a situation, was the worst. His eyes were seared again, with the sight of fear and pain. Just like Crowley. He flinched backwards, stumbling away for the moment, back into the darker part of the woods. He couldn't yet understand what was happening between this.. giant creature and Aurum.

All he could bear to do was watch in silence.

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