He made to sit up and he saw her move, at first he thought she was probably just stumbling backwards out of fright, but when her eyes rolled back into her head and he saw her head fall back, on impulse one of his hands went out behind her head to catch her from falling. He looked at the female lying still in his arms with her eyes closed and he smirked, he must have spooked her into fainting.
But why would she faint? And why would she faint so easily too? If she was an Angel then she should not have fainted, Angels do not get spooked so easily, most especially not into fainting. He let his other free hand run along the length of her back over the thick cloak she had on, her back was smooth, no wings. One of his brows came up in utter astonishment. She was a human. A human in this forest? What was she doing in here and wandering alone, most especially by this time of the day. It was still early.
He knew that humans usually had to leave the safety of their fortress to come out and hunt for food but they would be sure to return back to their safety before the first crack of dawn, so what was she doing still outside and quite far away too. Was she lost or had she been forgotten by the rest of the group? He sighed, wondering why he was all of a sudden worrying about her but somehow he could not help but to feel worried over her, she was a human after all, he studied her, she was small, quite tiny rather and in her right hand she clutched on to a feather, a feather from him no doubt.
He laid her down comfortably on the forest floor and that was when he noticed the two pouches tied to her waist, he shook them. They jingled and he knew that was the sound of coins, he did not bother to check if they were gold coins or silver coins in them. He also noticed the container tied to her waist too and he opened it, bringing it to his nose and he took a whiff. He knew the smell of Angels and this was it. This was asphax, the Angel disguise, and that was how she was able to partially disguise her scent but she had not disguised the scent of the cloak as well and that had given her away.
He wondered how she had managed to get her hands on this substance, he knew there was only one method of making asphax and it was not a method that favoured his kind. He continued searching her and found two sandwiches, he decided to help himself to it since he had not eaten anything in a while, he could not even remember when last he had something decent to eat. He would take this as only part payment of losing a feather to her. That single feather was worth more than two sandwiches.
Resting his back on a tree stump, he munched on the sandwiches, savouring the taste of something nice other than just wild fruits in his mouth and very grateful for it while his eyes remained on her. The sword beside her looked very familiar, much too familiar, like the smaller make of his own, then it hit him, he thought about it. Where was his sword? He remembered entering Smokes bar with it strapped to his waist but he could not remember if he ever left with it. Heck, he could not even remember leaving the bar at all but yet somehow, here he was, passed out in the middle of the forest only to be awaken by a human plucking at his feather.
When he was done eating, he stood up and stretched, his wings grew wide and his arms stretched out and the joints in his elbows and shoulder came loose with a 'pop' sound in the elbows and that was when the stench reached his nose. He reeked of alcohol and needed a desperate shower, and fast too. He glanced at the human still out on the forest floor, should he leave her alone in this forest? Could he actually leave her in the forest sooner like this? Like this she would be an easy pick for demons if they came this way. He was almost sure they would come this way.
He raked his fingers through his long blond hair, weighing his options; fly her to the lake with him or leave her here till he returned. Ugh! The stress! He did not need this so early in the morning, he did not need this ever. He did not ponder long over the matter, grabbing his own coat he laid it over her, covering her whole body with it, he pulled the hood of her cloak over her head so she was mostly covered and laid on the forest floor like a blackened log of wood.
Satisfied with his quick thinking and with the fact that she was okay this way and somehow safe enough, he took to the skies, beating his very powerful wings to lift his body, heading towards the lake for a quick and hygienic dip. He was not ready to be responsible for a human again.
He was still hurting, it had been over ten long years since the last time he was bonded to a human to take responsibility for and after that last incident, he really did not feel that confidence to be responsible again, he was not sure if he would ever be ready again, but for now he would rather not take the chances and he would continue to live his life as a free renegade Angel.
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