It's quiet. Old hurts made soft, subtle, silent. The last time Cole was here, he had helped to slay a dragon. Everyone had cheered, hands clapping shoulders, smiles under spattered blood. Cole was happy that they were happy. The dragon wouldn't hurt anyone else.
Here, now, it was just him. Cole. He's not sure what brought him back, here now perching on sea-misted rocks overlooking the crashing waves. They're quiet and loud at the same time. He's glad for his hat, it helps keep the mist off his face. He thinks the hat is glad too. It needed a bath.
Angelus awoke to find herself overwhelmed by the sound of crashing waves and rolling thunder. Her hands gripped at the earth beneath her, feeling the sand between her fingers. She lay on her stomach, her head was throbbing. She lifted her hand to feel the gash on her forehead. She felt the warmth of her own blood trickling down her cheek. She struggled to opened her eyes as she felt the sting of sand and salt water.
Fighting to lift herself up, she managed to prop herself up onto what she though was a large boulder. The jagged fissures of magma that wrapped around the end of her tail sizzled in the rain. "How did I get hear" she coughed, noticing the blood in her hand.
A quick stab of hurt drew Cole's attention further up the coast. A song like the old song, but different, changed. More real. Cole looked to the north. He tapped into the fade. Feathered, fleeting fingers pushing, pulling until he's surrounded by hurt.
A boy no older than twenty appeared beside the wounded woman. Droplets of sea spray wove down the sloped brim of his hat. He wrung his fingers together. Twisted. turned. tortured. This wasn't a hurt he could wipe away. Blood. "Stains on the carpet. Coughing. cradling. Can't get away. He forgot what was in the basement because he saw red. It found him in the end. You're bleeding."
She snarled at him, unable to see his face. "I'm aware I'm bleeding fool human, what do you want? How did I get here?" Angelus struggled as she used her wings to push herself onto her feet, sliding up the side of the boulder. She wiped the blood from her face with her crimson red dress, a color that matched her wings and tail.
Angelus hated humans and she wanted nothing more to get this invasive mage to get away from her. The sight of him made her skin crawl. She had no idea how she had ended up on this beach, only that she sea water must mean she was't too far from home.
He didn't shy away. If anything, he inched closer. Intent to heal the hurt, even if the woman with wings and a tail didn't want his help. "So many aches inside and out. Hate like hot coals. I'm a Cole too, but not the kind that fuels fires."
He stepped forward and held a little glass bottle of healing salve out to her. "It isn't much, but it will help."
She looked curiously at the messy blonde hair that spilled out of the large mages hat. Wincing at the pain, she roughly slid back down the rock and looked up into his sad eyes. "Cole is it?" she coughed. "Coals burn better than anything else you know. You remind me of a jackal hiding in the shadows waiting to pick at the creature snared in deaths trap. Almost like someone else I know." the sound of melancholy in her on voice made her sick to her stomach or maybe it was the fact she hadn't eaten for days.
She only glanced at the strange vial filled with glowing blue liquid for a second before reluctantly snatching it from his hand. "Why would a fool human such as yourself help a dragon" she asked softly before downing the liquid. She reached up to push up his hat so she could look at his face better.
"I can hide. A kind, quiet thing creeping in coalescing dark. I could have made you forget. Fleeting thoughts tumble, trip away. Tantalizing. You needed to see me. More than not."
So long as his hat stayed on his head, he didn't mind. Lots of people said things about his hat. Not many people tried to look at him. Their gazes shifted past him, around him. They would forget. Everyone was happier that way. He didn't need people to look into his eyes anymore. Those days were done.
"I helped because you're hurting, but if you hurt others, I will leave." It's less of a threat and more of a simple, off-handed comment. He plucked at the stray strands of thread that poked out from his sleeves.
She pushed his hat back and looked into his sad eyes. "Cole, I promise I do not hurt others until I view them as a threat and you, as far as I can tell, are no threat. You are unusually kind for a human." She felt the potion taking effect as her torn flesh wound itself back together. She braced herself before getting to her feet. She smiled at him, her fiery eyes blazed brightly due to the cloudy coastline.
"My name is Angelus. Dragons do not normally speak their names to mortals but you seem different. It is very nice to meet you Cole."She smiled. For the first time she looked around curiously. Nothing around her looked even slightly familiar. The pouring rain would have made it difficult for someone to see very far but being a dragon, Angelus didn't find it an issue.
"Cole, why do you speak so differently from most people I have heard?"
"Oh...Thank you! I'm happy I could meet you too. Dragons don't like to talk here. They only hurt. When their song pulls the Darkspawn, then they hurt more. Then people die. But you're song is different. Diffused. Like when the sky wanted to say something. Further than that." He looked down, folding his arms across his chest.
"I'm sorry, you asked me a question and I didn't answer," he gazes back at her- almost through her and hopes she'll be alright. "I am different. A demon...no, not that. A spirit. Caring. Kind. Quick to help when no one else can or cares to. I am Compassion." Cole wonders while idly rubbing his hands and pressing them against his sleeves (he feels the texture and remembers that he's also real, not just a spirit) if she could hear the feint echos of the song here where the other dragon had been. There wasn't much here now, nuzzled furthered back in the valley behind them. Remnants of a physical body, but otherwise dealt with in the only way nature deals with things.
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Here, now, it was just him. Cole. He's not sure what brought him back, here now perching on sea-misted rocks overlooking the crashing waves. They're quiet and loud at the same time. He's glad for his hat, it helps keep the mist off his face. He thinks the hat is glad too. It needed a bath.
You do a perfect Cole
Fighting to lift herself up, she managed to prop herself up onto what she though was a large boulder. The jagged fissures of magma that wrapped around the end of her tail sizzled in the rain. "How did I get hear" she coughed, noticing the blood in her hand.
hurraay~ \o/
A boy no older than twenty appeared beside the wounded woman. Droplets of sea spray wove down the sloped brim of his hat. He wrung his fingers together. Twisted. turned. tortured. This wasn't a hurt he could wipe away. Blood. "Stains on the carpet. Coughing. cradling. Can't get away. He forgot what was in the basement because he saw red. It found him in the end. You're bleeding."
Re: hurraay~ \o/
Angelus hated humans and she wanted nothing more to get this invasive mage to get away from her. The sight of him made her skin crawl. She had no idea how she had ended up on this beach, only that she sea water must mean she was't too far from home.
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He stepped forward and held a little glass bottle of healing salve out to her. "It isn't much, but it will help."
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She only glanced at the strange vial filled with glowing blue liquid for a second before reluctantly snatching it from his hand. "Why would a fool human such as yourself help a dragon" she asked softly before downing the liquid. She reached up to push up his hat so she could look at his face better.
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So long as his hat stayed on his head, he didn't mind. Lots of people said things about his hat. Not many people tried to look at him. Their gazes shifted past him, around him. They would forget. Everyone was happier that way. He didn't need people to look into his eyes anymore. Those days were done.
"I helped because you're hurting, but if you hurt others, I will leave." It's less of a threat and more of a simple, off-handed comment. He plucked at the stray strands of thread that poked out from his sleeves.
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"My name is Angelus. Dragons do not normally speak their names to mortals but you seem different. It is very nice to meet you Cole."She smiled. For the first time she looked around curiously. Nothing around her looked even slightly familiar. The pouring rain would have made it difficult for someone to see very far but being a dragon, Angelus didn't find it an issue.
"Cole, why do you speak so differently from most people I have heard?"
sry for the lateness
"I'm sorry, you asked me a question and I didn't answer," he gazes back at her- almost through her and hopes she'll be alright. "I am different. A demon...no, not that. A spirit. Caring. Kind. Quick to help when no one else can or cares to. I am Compassion." Cole wonders while idly rubbing his hands and pressing them against his sleeves (he feels the texture and remembers that he's also real, not just a spirit) if she could hear the feint echos of the song here where the other dragon had been. There wasn't much here now, nuzzled furthered back in the valley behind them. Remnants of a physical body, but otherwise dealt with in the only way nature deals with things.