An Angelic Crusade(ShyonexCannon)

[shyone]

It was a very foggy dawn as the sun was just starting to break over the horizon. The town was really just starting to wake up, but the lurkers of the night had yet to really go away. The town was a pretty decent size, and could be considered to have a population of at least 5000, though it was just not big egough for a major fort to be put nearbye, or to have any other than the checkpoint that was two miles down the road. It was through this fog that a young man came into view. It was very well obvious, that he had not exactly had the best of times on his jounry to this city. His clothes where worn, and he was dirty, but one only needed to look closer to see that this was really all that was worng with him.

Andol's lithe frame that held up his pale body, was caused by hunger, and it wasn't the way he naturaly was... well not completely anyway. He hadn't been able to get much food, and certianly not the type his body was used to. He had a little bit form a odd job he had worked resently. Yet this was all that he was able to get with this money. He saved it for food, so his clothing had been neglected. Yet to Andol, the clothing was completely unimprotant... the fact that he was alive mattered more. If he was dead... then the prince would never be able to get his kingdom back, plus the more ragged looking clothes would hopefully discrouge any robbers that may try to take his money sinice they might not think that he would be worth there time, sinice he did not look like he had anything.

Yet tonight there where three men who had a bit more than just money on there minds, plus the fact that Andol looked like he would not be missed made him a esay target. They where slavers, but sometimes they like to get a little fun out of there slaves first..... Andol made his first mistake that really attracted these men when they saw him drop his money sack and a few coins spilled out onto the ground. This was all the encouragement that they needed, and soon began to follow him.

It did not take Andol long to notice the men that where tailing after him, he tried to quicken his pace, but they quickened theres to macth his. He was hungry at the moment and really did not have much energy. He looked back again and noticed one of the three men where gone. He then turned to look ahead of himself and there the other man was, heading in his direction. It did not take but a second and Andol found himself being herded down a back alley which had a dead end. The young man quickly turn, becuase he knew now was when he had to fight. Just as the men stopped suddenly one of them froze in there tracks... the other two men look at him... and noticed that there friend now had a dagger sticking out of his eye. They looked back at Andol who was holding in his hand two daggers. The prince knew that it was probably going to take less energy to just throw the daggers than try and fight with them... so he hoped to kill the men before they go to close...

Yet they moved in very quickly and he missed with the only other throw he was able to get off. As they tackled him to the ground, the young man struggled to get away. It was obvious that even like this, he was stronger than he looked... and plus he undieing fire about him. He wasn't going to die here. He had a kingdom to retake. Of course a couple days without sleep and quite a few missed meals would generally weaken a person. It was starting to have that effect on Andol, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up....

 

[Cannon]

A seemingly normal but excessively alluring man was walking down the cobblestone path into the moderate-sized town he was destined for. It was a travel of whim-- he had no real need to be there, but he figured it was for the best to stock up on supplies before the next bit of his journey. He longed to travel to a location a very far distance from the spot he now stood. It was a massive, luxurious kingdom with hot springs behind every lavishly decorated and incredibly attentive inn, known for bearing the finest of gourmet foods, the most attractive of humans, and the most wealthy of royals. This would be a grand destination to study the decadence of the human race and have a taste of the culture as well... This was his ultimate mission. He needed to decide if being human was worth losing his wings, or if the skies suited him more precisely.

Light, form-fitting pants were tightly clinging to muscular thighs and nice calves while a black tank top stretched over his defined chest, leaving his finely sculpted arms exposed to any passers-by whose eyes would be tempted to view them. His feather-like, chrysanthemum-colored hair reached a bit down his back and sharp, storm-cloud eyes gazed forward, determined to reach the town without fault or incident. His pale skin made his dark eyelashes stand out in contrast... Overall, he was easily recognizable. Distinctive, even. He had a crimson sheath tied to his hip; the sword within was his most prized possession... it was the weapon that fell with him from the clouds themselves, the blade that could keep ferocious demons at bay while he operated and survived on a planet riddled with vulnerable humans. He stretched his arms-- he wanted to release his wings from the shoulder blades that kept them hostage.. but doing so would draw a massive scene. He didn't need the attention.

Karasu was his name. As he navigated the fog to reach the depths of the town, he passed by an alley... He stopped. Beneath the cloak of white, he could feel the presence of a few humans. All of them were breathing heavily, heartbeats excessively quick and bodies hot from exhaust. Were they initiating a sexual encounter? He pursed his lips, wondering if he should pursue this to see if it might be something worse than public indecency.. Ah, was that the smell of blood? He began to move into the alleyway and found a corpse with a dagger in his eye. Dead, certainly. So the living humans weren't engaging in intercourse, but something much more dark. He glanced around. No, he didn't sense any other living creatures within a few miles of this location-- Good.

He spread his arms and unleashed his inner light. The skin on his shoulder blades began to stretch and rip before a pair of white wings the same shade as his hair sprung from his back like blooming petals from a dormant flower. His top was mangled by the force of the newly sprouted appendages and fell at his feet. Wind brushed up against his torso, filtering through the crevices of his abs and well-defined pectorals to soothe him. His wings flapped once, permeating a powerful wave of air that dispelled the fog in the near-by area. The scene that his eyes immediately began to analyze wasn't very favorable. Two men had tackled an almost emaciated younger man and were presently groping him for his gold. In what seemed an instant, Karasu appeared behind them, gripping them with his arms and throwing them into the air several miles from the alleyway. Their bodies crashed through many currently uninhabited residences before finally stopping. They wouldn't come back from such brutal impact and speed.

Karasu examined the man on the ground before helping him to his feet. "Why didn't you use your gold to buy new clothes?" His voice was deep but tranquil, as if a soothing breeze or the caress of a feather. He needed not to be cruel to the almost-victim of a group of thieves, so he kept his expression relatively light.. though, he couldn't help but seem to be incurably serious nonetheless. His wings retracted into his back while he crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "My name is Karasu... You may not tell anyone you witnessed an angel-- not ever. I'd like to know your name and your story, human."