Melez nodded. "I'll wait until we get home." She landed at the
entrance to the cave not a few minutes later and her wings entered
her back again, and still carrying Eona, entered the cave looking
for a place that she could set her friend down to work on her leg.
Eona wasn't looking at Melez though. She was staring at the silky
black haired stranger lounging out on her nest. He smiled and
winked at her. "I was wondering when you ladies would come back. I
was starting to get lonely! You know it's rude to leave someone
waiting. Now, why don't you introduce me to your friend, Eona?" he
purred, smirking. Eona stared at him.
Melez nearly dropped Eona as her eyes found the figure laying on
Eona's nest. She remembered the voice, he was so close, he touched
her, he called her his angel, who is this man. "You can keep
waiting as this is not your home and you were not welcomed inside
so you may go outside." She said bluntly as she set her jaw and
walked to the wall and gently set Eona down, with her friend's back
against the wall.
"Come now, sweetheart," he pouted, standing and stretching lazily,
like a cat waking from a nap. "Don't be so cold. You and I will
have a lot of fun together. At least, if things go the way I want
to. The other paths are a lot lonelier. And I would very much like
to get to know you," he purred, stepping towards them. Eona
growled, deep and animalistic. "You aren't going to touch her!" she
snarled at him. He chuckled, smiling at Eona. "I admire your
loyalty, darling, I do. But I don't plan to do anything you're
thinking. Not unless she wants to do it. And at the moment, she is
much more likely to rip out my throat," he remarked, taking another
step forward.
Melez turned on her heel towards the man her wings spreading wide
from her back making her look much larger than she really was. "How
did you guess?" She asked with a sarcastic smirk. "Now, you will
leave this cave or I will help you find the way out..." She
growled, mimicking Eona's, only not going quite as deep this time.
Her amber eyes regained that fire they had before in the town,
shimmering with the light from outside shining in.
"Do I at least get to learn your name?" he asked, fluttering his
lashes at her. "Or perhaps angels have no names? Only beautiful
faces and even prettier eyes," he purred. "I will learn your name
eventually, my angel. Will you make me suffer until we meet again?"
Eona barred her fangs, staring him down. But he was busy ignoring
her, his eyes focused on Melez. "I'm not here to take you both
away. I'd need more men for that. It's just me. Can't we talk?"
Melez raised an eyebrow at the man's antics and rolled her eyes as
she turned her attentions back to Eona. "We're talking now. Speak
your piece." She was gently inspecting the injured ankle, checking
for swelling and discoloration. "Does it click or crunch if you try
to move it or is it just really painful?" She asked her friend,
ignoring the being behind her for the moment. Her wings giving a
little cover from the prying eyes of the man.
"Not that I felt," Eona said. "Just really hurts." Then she grabbed
Melez's wrist, murmuring, "I get a strange vibe from him...but I
think he's telling the truth..." "You won't even ask for my name?"
he asked, right behind Melez. He'd silently snuck up on them. His
chin rested on her shoulder and his fingers pet the feathers on her
wings. "Or do I have to get you mad to pay attention to me?" he
purred, the rumble of his actual purr traveling into her from his
chin.
Melez nodded to her friend in response to the vibe and she jumped
as the voice came from behind her and she visibly shuddered as her
wings were pet. No one has touched her wings. Ever. Not that gently
anyhow. Her wings quickly shrunk back underneath her shirt and she
spun around pushing the stranger off of her. "Fine. What's you're
name." She said sharply and more as a statement than a question.
"Why on earth would you hide those beautiful wings?" he asked,
pouting as she pulled them back. Then he beamed, knowing he'd
gotten under her skin. Unfazed by her shove, he leaned in and
answered, his voice deep and smooth, like chocolate. "I am Azazeal,
sweetheart. Now do I get to learn your name?" His words once more
seemed to caress her skin. Eona watched, wanting to get him away
from her friend. She didn't like that he kept messing with her!
Whoever he was, she wasn't sure she liked him.
"Because they've caused me enough trouble and pain already." Melez
snapped. "Melez." She got a slight grin. "Melez Morningstar..." Her
grin faded as she awaited a response. Anyone who is anyone knows
her last name. Her father, Jakaan Morningstar is a very well known
traitor of all races and creeds. In the great war he played for all
sides, jumping back and forth, no one knowing who he was fighting
for until it was to late.
"I knew you were important," he said, looking her over. "Though, in
my opinion, the acts of the parents shouldn't be the burden of the
child. At least, they shouldn't be judged by their parent. However,
I often find that isn't the case, wouldn't you agree, Melez?" he
purred, studying her still.
"The acts of the parents often fall upon the children to bear, as
the children often outlive the parents. The children have to live
with the ridicule and shame their parents may have brought... They
have to live with the hatred their parents may have birthed... They
also have to live with themselves... Themselves being a choice
their parents made." Melez's amber eyes were hard and cold as they
stared fixed on his eyes. "I am hated everywhere I go just for what
I am... But yes, I agree with you in some ways." She hated that.
She hated that she agreed with this man. "Now, will you excuse me
while I tend to my friend's injury?" She sighed through her nose as
she turned again and knelt by Eona's leg remembering the words and
incantations.
"That is a shame," he said, honestly. Then he smiled sarcastically,
thinking about his own experiences. "Let me know how bad it is
after a few hundred centuries. Or millennia. You can tend to her
all you'd like. I won't stop you. But I also won't stop trying to
talk to you, my dear Melez," he said, his tone lightening at the
end. Smirking, he slid in to sit next to Eona. "How did you get her
to open up, dragoness?" he asked Eona. "That's not my name. You're
mistaken," she growled at him. "Come now," he laughed, putting his
hand on her shoulder. "We all know what lurks beneath this façade.
But you aren't like modern day dragons, doll. Sadly, you're
different even among your own kind. It's not your fault. Those
idiots kept you locked away in a vault, thinking you were merely a
pretty stone and not an egg. Melez," he said, reaching forward and
gently taking hold of her wrist. "Why not let me do that? I've got
plenty of hidden talents. So does Eona if she had the right
conditions."
Eona hadn't been able to see how cold and hard Melez's eyes had
gotten as she had talked to Azazael, but now that she was facing
them, it was plain as day. Her amber eyes very easily could have
been white, or black for that matter, for the coldness that they
exuded as they stared at the man. When he took her wrist, even
though it was gentle, she grabbed his fingers with his other hand
and wrenched her wrist out, curling his fingers in on themselves.
"Don't. Touch. Me." She hissed before releasing. "I don't need your
help. I know how to heal as well, now let me focus or it'll be
messed up, for the both of us..." That last part was a little
softer.
(Try making a fist with one hand, then place your thumb on one of
your nails on the fisted hand and press. If this is poorly
explained ignore it then, and just know that it's quite painful.)
He sighed, shaking his head. "I have upset you. That wasn't my
intention. I wanted to try to get to know you, darling. If you
insist on healing her yourself, please accept this," he said,
pulling a rock off the ground. He focused on it a moment and it
began to glow, filling with his energy. "So that you won't have to
be knocked out. I won't leave until you take it," he added, looking
at her seriously.
Melez's brows furrowed. "How do I know that you didn't simply curse
it so when I use it I get knocked out and she does as well?!" She
growls. "Besides, wouldn't me or her being knocked out play in your
favor?" She stood up, her wings coming out, out of instinct to make
her bigger and the feathers seemed to be vibrating with her anger.
"Just leave before the fate of your comrades befalls you!" Her
voice had gained that echo once more.
"It doesn't benefit me. In fact," he said, standing up, his eyes
going dark. He stepped forward so she was forced to take a step
back or let him run into her. "I don't want either of you to have
to be taken. If I had a say, you'd both be happy to live here in
peace. But I don't decide that. In fact, sweetheart, I'm not the
bad guy here, despite what's thought of me. But no one would ever
know that, would they? Go ahead and try to take me out the way you
disposed of those fools. Try it, sweetheart. I didn't expect you to
believe me, but after learning who you are, I thought you of all
people would be willing to give the benefit of the doubt," he
muttered, his voice no longer like chocolate. It was more like the
ocean, rippling in a storm. "But then, the universe just loves to
mess with me." He gave her smile, his eyes showing just how unhappy
he was with the situation. "We will meet again. And you can slap me
for this then," he told her. Then he cupped her cheeks in his hands
and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that started sweet and ended
lingeringly. He was gone before she had time to react.
Melez took the step back, and throughout his entire monologue she
had remained still, her eyes just as hard and cold as they were.
But when he kissed her, it seemed like something snapped, or was
broken inside of her, for her wings fell limply to her sides, her
eyes grew very wide and every muscle in her being tensed. When he
vanished she stood there frozen until she let out the breath she
didn't realize she had been holding and her knees trembled before
they gave out under her and she fell to her butt staring at the
floor trying to piece together what just happened. "D-did... Did he
j... Just ki..." She couldn't speak. No one had done that. Ever.
Eona moved, going to sit next to her and wrap her arms around her
baffled companion. "Unless my eyes are very much mistaken,
yeah...he did...Honey! I'm sorry! I should have shifted and tossed
him out on his butt! Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?
Beyond being a complete jerk and stealing a kiss." She was still
trying to figure out his motives. Why had he done anything? The
rock lay on the ground, glowing brightly.
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