Soar With Eagles *open*

[vengeance]

Vengeance was staring at the two of them with cold eyes. There was no masking his coldness anymore. He had turned the epitome of human in many ways. He lifted his hand to tap his lip as the man began to move away from him as if he knew how bad he could get. The birds moved in and circled the other man leaving the angel defenseless if Vengeance had decided to attack but lucky for the two he wasn't here to kill. Nah, he was here to help for once. He looked up at the sky for a moment and then looked at the birds that surrounded the man and they seemed to probably sense that he wasn't of the human variety. Probably sensed the angel in him really.

He saw the knife as the man pulled it and Vengeance gave him a look as if debating on showing him what he worked with. The sword he played havoc with. Oh how easy that would be. How much fun but no, he wasn't here to cause harm and he watched indifferently as the man fell back down. Vengeance knew how it felt. How many times had he been in the same position protecting Angelique? He watched the woman angel. Keliel had always held an inner sweetness but he knew she could be strong if she wanted to be. But rarely showed it. His eyes stared at her as if picking a course of action. "Fuck this. I don't have time for you to make a decision, sweetness."

He strolled over to the man and lifted holding him like a bride would be held knowing that Keliel would be yelling at him the whole way if he slung the man over his shoulder. He began to walk hearing her shuffle to keep up and telling him off as well. He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "You need help and you got me. Be glad I am even helping." He made a face at that. "But I am not going to work my magic here." His eyes slid to her to watch her as he walked and sung. Shooting the Moon by Mona. Such a perfect song for him. "You're wide eyed looking for excuse I got a bloodline looking for the root Here you go now the choice is choose Oh no man You got something to lose Acting funny like you have seen it all You got a crown and I'm gonna knock it off King of the castle it's gonna fall fast though Oh no man I got something to prove I am, I am, I am Shooting the moon..."

That song was perfect for him. He gave a soft chuckle as he continued to walk holding the man in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. People looked over even as the woman scurried to keep up with his long legged stride. Finally he made it to home. Lust. He looked over at Keliel. "Home sweet home, babe. Let's get inside before people ask questions that I don't want to answer." His words were a slow and confident drawl. He moved with the man straight to his room and people looked over confused at what Vengeance planned to do. He dropped the man on the bed. Not too roughly but not too gently either. On Vengeance's bed the man lay. "Time for some real fun. Close the damn door, sweet cheeks. We got some work to do." He laughed hard as he saw her close the door and then as if second though struck she locked it.

Vengeance rubbed his hands together as if preparing for the fun of it all. How long had it been? Fucking long time since he played this kind of healing game. He moved to the bed and knelt down on the bed beside the man's body. He looked over the man's body as if contemplating where it would go faster through the man. He looked almost disgusted that he had to use his heavenly gift even. His face shown with no emotion even though he was feeling disgust at having to show the angelic side. He figured the best place to start would be the heart since it pumped the blood throughout the rest of the body. He put his hands hovering over the one side of the chest and ribcage where the heart could be found.

He slowly drew his hands down on the man one placed right above the heart and the other over the wound and looked at the man waiting to see if he would come to before he even started. He could hear Keliel shifting foot to foot before she came over and took the man's hand and squeezed it.

[Beau Rivendale]

Beau was too weak to fight getting picked up. But since his eagles didn’t attack the man, he must not be a man, anymore than the woman was a woman. She was an angel and so he was assuming that since the man seemed to know the woman, he was an angel too. But he still seemed frightening and Beau was afraid of him. He wanted to fight and run way but he was helpless.

Singing always frightened Beau. Music meant man. Man meant pain and danger. This man meant pain and danger. He didn’t know why he was helping them but it could not be a good reason. The whole way there the man was rough with him and it frightened him even more. He was nearly in a state of panic. Beau was like a wild animal, raised by wild eagles. Avian creatures were some of the most timid creatures in the animal kingdom and most prone to dying of a heart attack just from even a briefest of encounters with mankind, if captured for even a moment. Now, Beau was captured, helpless and terrified. There was nothing he could do.

Being summarily dropped on the bed without regard to his magnificent wings, he landed on one funny and let out a cry of pain and arched his back to weakly attempt to free it. His eagle family, who followed the entire way, rushed to help him gently free it with their talons. The one that was obviously his mother figure scolded Vengeance vehemently as if he should know better, having once been a winged creature himself.
The moment Beau felt the hand on his body, the pain in his lower right quadrant struck again and he cried out as his hand slapped over the place where his appendix would be. “Plea…no hur me.” He begged. “I go fly…fly way. Plea.” He knew he never had to do anything to be punished by man, even if this was not one, he seemed to be trying to be one. He knew his mere existence was enough to make them hate him and want to hurt him. All he wanted to do was go away. He thought if he promised to go away, they might let him go instead of hurting him.