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Who: salvationfound and halgitamilf
What: Bringing Svala back from the ruins. With pretty wings!
When: A day after this
Where: The Ruins
Summary: Kratos just can't stay away from Svala. :|
Rating: PG?
Scorching desert air whipped across his face as Kratos flew towards the ruins. He'd never flown such a long distance ever since he came to this world; he had forgotten what a rush it was to fly with only the mana on his back to support him. It was one of the only things he liked about being an angel.
He had brought all of the necessities with him - food, water, even a blanket for the night, enough for two - in a small backpack that he carried on his arm. He needed his back to be free so that he could feel the subtle changes in the wind. His angel wings were sensitive enough to feel such things. The Filial wings were sensitive as well, but they were not meant for flying. Kratos regarded them as useless.
A day after he talked to Svala, he finally saw the ruins in the distance, though he couldn't see her figure just yet. Kratos began to descend through the air, calculating how slow he would have to fly in order to land smoothly on the sand. He only hoped that Svala would be finished soon. Kratos rather preferred to wait outside and not get hopelessly lost in the ruins while trying to find her.
Once he landed, he allowed his wings to stay out for a moment longer as he knelt to recover. The flight to the ruins took more out of him than he thought it would, yet he'd only need a few moments of rest. The way back would be a little harder and he knew it.
What: Bringing Svala back from the ruins. With pretty wings!
When: A day after this
Where: The Ruins
Summary: Kratos just can't stay away from Svala. :|
Rating: PG?
Scorching desert air whipped across his face as Kratos flew towards the ruins. He'd never flown such a long distance ever since he came to this world; he had forgotten what a rush it was to fly with only the mana on his back to support him. It was one of the only things he liked about being an angel.
He had brought all of the necessities with him - food, water, even a blanket for the night, enough for two - in a small backpack that he carried on his arm. He needed his back to be free so that he could feel the subtle changes in the wind. His angel wings were sensitive enough to feel such things. The Filial wings were sensitive as well, but they were not meant for flying. Kratos regarded them as useless.
A day after he talked to Svala, he finally saw the ruins in the distance, though he couldn't see her figure just yet. Kratos began to descend through the air, calculating how slow he would have to fly in order to land smoothly on the sand. He only hoped that Svala would be finished soon. Kratos rather preferred to wait outside and not get hopelessly lost in the ruins while trying to find her.
Once he landed, he allowed his wings to stay out for a moment longer as he knelt to recover. The flight to the ruins took more out of him than he thought it would, yet he'd only need a few moments of rest. The way back would be a little harder and he knew it.