Post by Michael on Mar 15, 2015 2:16:28 GMT
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Michael's foot tapped against a protruding rock from Purgatory's ground. His arms crossed while peering at the water cascading from the Etheral Falls. Its glimmering surface almost looked heavenly, glistening with sparkles of freshness and a sense of false ease.
Michael stood on the outskirts of the area, standing upon a perch with trees that allowed him to view the surroundings. He was far enough away from the academy to cause concern. No weapon. No armor. No anything except the hood he was wearing to cover his face and the confidence that he could deal with any unfortunate circumstances that may cross his path. He almost wished differently, but envy was a sin he was not allowed to indulge.
The archangel knew enough about the creatures of purgatory to know which ones to approach. While his muscles and mind ached to find an anansi and demand to know what kind of beings it may have captured as of late, he decided to take a neutral approach and scout the land in hopes of finding a tribe of hamadryad. They would know more than enough about purgatory, and there was a lot Michael wanted to know about its current habitants. While the others of his kind focused more on those they needed to teach and the misdeeds vampant on Earth, Michael was looking at the smaller picture. The more immediate picture.
Just what had Lucifer been doing, and what was he up to now?
A clan of hamadryad gathered around the lakes, refreshing, feasting, relaxing, whatever they did so far away from the academy. He had seen scant few them in the forest laying about the academy's doorstep. If he was, what the hamadryard considered themselves, a neutral party, where would he spend most of his time? As far away from the impending conflict as possible. No better place than the Etheral Falls and lakes.
Securing his confidence from head to toe, he jumped off his perch into full view of the hamadryad and manifested his wings to their full splendor. He landed on the ground with a feather touch and folded his wings behind him, pulling his hood away from his face. He approached the tribe, eyeing the creatures, their belongings, their weapons, and stood among them, moving just his eyes as natives stared back at him.
"I wish to gather information that may involve Purgatory's well being," he said, tone calm and even. "Which one of you would be the best one to speak with?"
Michael's foot tapped against a protruding rock from Purgatory's ground. His arms crossed while peering at the water cascading from the Etheral Falls. Its glimmering surface almost looked heavenly, glistening with sparkles of freshness and a sense of false ease.
Michael stood on the outskirts of the area, standing upon a perch with trees that allowed him to view the surroundings. He was far enough away from the academy to cause concern. No weapon. No armor. No anything except the hood he was wearing to cover his face and the confidence that he could deal with any unfortunate circumstances that may cross his path. He almost wished differently, but envy was a sin he was not allowed to indulge.
The archangel knew enough about the creatures of purgatory to know which ones to approach. While his muscles and mind ached to find an anansi and demand to know what kind of beings it may have captured as of late, he decided to take a neutral approach and scout the land in hopes of finding a tribe of hamadryad. They would know more than enough about purgatory, and there was a lot Michael wanted to know about its current habitants. While the others of his kind focused more on those they needed to teach and the misdeeds vampant on Earth, Michael was looking at the smaller picture. The more immediate picture.
Just what had Lucifer been doing, and what was he up to now?
A clan of hamadryad gathered around the lakes, refreshing, feasting, relaxing, whatever they did so far away from the academy. He had seen scant few them in the forest laying about the academy's doorstep. If he was, what the hamadryard considered themselves, a neutral party, where would he spend most of his time? As far away from the impending conflict as possible. No better place than the Etheral Falls and lakes.
Securing his confidence from head to toe, he jumped off his perch into full view of the hamadryad and manifested his wings to their full splendor. He landed on the ground with a feather touch and folded his wings behind him, pulling his hood away from his face. He approached the tribe, eyeing the creatures, their belongings, their weapons, and stood among them, moving just his eyes as natives stared back at him.
"I wish to gather information that may involve Purgatory's well being," he said, tone calm and even. "Which one of you would be the best one to speak with?"
