It will be Tanisia’s story part five but from a different perspective…the perspective of the Fallen. Let me present these gentlemen-angels closer. In this pic they are so lovely! If the text sounds a bit strange or not exactly in the right order that’s mainly because I am taking the stress out on it.
The night was cold and starry, the campfire hot and enticing but none of them dared to take a nap. Theoretically they didn’t need it but they have been on a run for so many months that they were becoming physically and mentally tired. Dead tired. A nap would be definitely a nice change.
“Cuddly babe, would you mind looking around a bit, my sweetie little birdie? One small round, just for daddy? Here, have some rabbit’s meat, a bit smoked but still rare and juicy, as you like…here you go my dear…”
The eagle snatched a stripe of meat eagerly and disappeared in the darkness. Daan shot his fellow a dirty look – so many stupid words, so little sense. As if that gluttonous eagle could understand any of them. Raand looked a bit sad – he never liked parting with his pet but Daan has been so tightly strung lately that it wasn’t exactly safe to ignore his orders. He might get indisgestion. Or worse. A Fallen with indisgestion breathed fire from his ears, mouth and nostrils and was very disaster-prone. In the worst-case scenario he might even set his companions and himself on fire. As a Fallen couldn’t die, it might mean an infinite torment of burning your constantly regenerating skin and muscles. Such fire could be put down only by tears of real angels and those almost never cried, especially in the company of Fallen, a.k.a. demons. You must admit burning wasn’t the nicest state to spend your eternity in. Raand kept mum for a while, waiting for Cuddly to return but he was never one for prolongued silence.
“A roll of dice, anyone?”
Daan clenched his jaw but Khaal looked interested enough to make Raand continue.
“If you win, I buy you a beer and a dish of nice hot beef stew in the nearest inn. If you lose you buy me…”
All of a sudden the eagle reappeared, as noiseless as a ghost. It perched on the shoulder of his master with a little white squirrel hanging from the powerful beak. It made everybody a bit more happy. Raand in fact was so cheerful that he couldn’t stop talking.
“You see? No danger, just peace and quiet, all peachy and nice. Relax, Daan, and roll the dice with us. It will be ok. They’ve lost our scent. We are safe tonight. Look at these beautiful stars…”
They sat around their campfire and Khaal started rolling the dice with a flourish. Daan, apparently a bit relaxed as well, was polishing his sword absentmindedly. Cuddly was gnawing on the bloody limbs of the dead squirrel with ferocious intensity. Nobody noticed when a small mole and a shrew emerged from the soil just a few meters from their feet.