[Thread] - A-Hunting We Will Go

[skyefalls]

Characters: AU!Sora, AU!Usagi, AU!Kairi, AU!Dib, OU!Feather, and AU!Layla.
Where: Anywhere but the Plaza.
When: Early morning, the earliest you can get with the sun fully shining.
Summary: Sora's feeling a little peckish. To get rid of that, he goes hunting. More information in this OOC post.
Warnings: Metaphorical heart-snatching?
Notes: Please specify

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On top of the Office Building

[thelast_feather]

And wasn't it lucky there was an aura burning like a torch just a little way away?

Feather had flown up to the top of the office building to enjoy the sunrise. Now she was sitting with her wings fanned out and her legs hanging over the side of the roof in a remarkably childlike manner for someone who'd lived for close on a hundred thousand years.

Fortunately for Sora, while angels were remarkably good at fighting, they lacked the sort of intuition that would tell Feather right away that he might mean trouble. So long as Sora didn't act too terribly sinister, Feather would probably presume he was just another resident.

[skyefalls]

There were auras, and there were auras, and Antiform squirmed in anticipation. As surely as a moth is drawn to a flame, Sora was drawn to that feeling - and he craned his neck up high. There. A figure. Watching daybreak.

He looked around to see if anyone was watching, before gliding into the building's shadow and coming out on the top floor. He climbed up to the roof and had to stop, because the temptation to jump and claw and take would overwhelm him.

"You're an early riser," he said nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

[thelast_feather]

Feather stood and turned to face Sora - more for his benefit than hers, as it tended to unsettle people when she carried on a conversation without looking at them. "I enjoy watching the sun rise. It's peaceful." And it helped take her mind off the quiet of the early morning - even after a couple months away from Ravnica, silence still unnerved the angel a little.

There was something a bit strange about the boy's mismatched eyes, but Feather assumed it was natural. "My name is Feather. It is nice to meet you."

[skyefalls]

Sora tilted his head as she turned around. The wings threw him off-kilter at first, not because they frightened him, but because it reminded him of one of his Heartless. Oh now he was feeling homesick. Again.

"Peaceful, huh?" He looked past her at the rising sun, before back at her face, closing his eyes. "I hate it."

He opened one eye - the sickly-yellow one - before grinning. "I'm Sora. You'll remember that, won't you?" And he flicked his wrist as her shadow rose up slowly and caught corporeal form, a shadow duplicate of herself.

[thelast_feather]

Feather nearly jumped as her shadow rose up before her, reaching for a sword that wasn't there - she seldom wore it in the compound. "What are you doing?"

Perhaps it wasn't surprising that an angel in distress sounded very birdlike.

[skyefalls]

He grinned. "Playing with my food."

He flicked his wrist again, and this time he started walking forward, the shadows dancing around his feet and leaving them, wrapping around the angel's feet. "It's painless, you know."

[thelast_feather]

"There seems to be a contradiction involved in that statement. And most creatures find angels not to be worth the effort as a meal." A fiery aura flickered around Feather, as it always did when she was mad. It didn't seem to have much effect on the shadows gathering beneath her. "I would suggest you find your food elsewhere. Before I am forced to do something drastic."

[skyefalls]

"I'm not most creatures," he replied. "And this would be the first time I've leeched off an angel. You should feel kinda honored, y'know?"

He tilted his head to the other side, scrutinizing her. Angels. Innately on the side of the Light. "How's it feel for the other side to be victorious for once, hmmm?"

[thelast_feather]

Feather closed her eyes, sighing. "I've seen what happens when 'the other side' is victorious," she said quietly. "I saw the Perhelion in Agyrem."

[skyefalls]

He stopped at this for a moment. Had she? A purely black world with those self-righteous jerks of the Light trampled underfoot?

"And then...?" he whispered, walking closer, ever closer.

[thelast_feather]

Feather took a deep breath. "I am the last angel of Ravnica. The others were slain by Szadek and his army of ghosts." Not black, but transparent white - a world of ghosts, led by a fiend that grinned with gleaming silver fangs.

[skyefalls]

He almost felt regretful, that he should do this to someone who was the last of her kind and probably experienced a lot of terrors, but...he couldn't back down now.

"A ghost army," he said wonderingly, putting both hands on her shoulders. "Would you like to forget, even for a little while?"

[thelast_feather]

Feather looked down at the boy - he was more than a head shorter than her. Angels didn't lie. "More than anything," she whispered. "But I can't."

[skyefalls]

"Call me a wish-granter then," he replied, yanking her down forcefully by the shoulders and placing his forehead against hers, single blue eye turning yellow and skin swirling into black, similar to his Antiform's. A true Heartless he would never be, but it was instinct.

There was some resistance at first but Sora was finally able to let his darkness take over her heart. Immense power to mask the chaining of her heart to his own shattered one.

[thelast_feather]

Feather had just enough time to gasp before the world went dark.

[skyefalls]

Sora stepped backwards, catching the angel as she fell.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, before laying her down gingerly on the floor. "I'll give your heart back, I promise."

And with that he stepped back and vanished into a shadow, holding the thread to her heart secure.