06-27-2012, 04:19 AM
Isaiah’s eyes snapped open and his nostrils flared as a thick and musty, but still sharp smell wafted over him. It was extremely strong, and woke the man up immediately. His pulse and breathing quickened as he sprang into a defensive position, and his wings rose up behind him. Taloned bird feet dug into the thick vegetation beneath him; he was ready to spring in any direction a threat might come from.
The human voice that drifted into his ears seemed faint and far away as Isaiah’s inhuman eyes flicked around him. He whipped around to face the voice, hissing as he did so. This is where the smell was coming from, he was sure…but the man standing before him seemed ordinary. Ignoring this, Isaiah crouched and hissed once more, his instincts taking control of his more human senses. The swords at his sides and on his back were forgotten, and all his previous weariness was gone. He was shining and proud once more, feathers gleaming in the morning light filtering through the trees.
After a few seconds, Isaiah began to reign himself in, though he was still incredibly wary of the newcomer. His eyebrows creased as he slowly straightened up, allowing his wings to drop slightly. Though now able to think clearly and speak, Isaiah instead fluttered his wings softly, sending a breeze of pine scented air to buffet the man.
“You would do well not to speak of Hell in front of me, human.” Isaiah’s voice, though not hugely deep, was filled with an air of authority and power and rang through the forest, though it had a quiet, soothing quality nearly hidden beneath. He tilted his head slightly and smiled, forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to let Earth dwellers see his true form. It was too late now.
“Though…I sense you’re not all human, are you? What might you be?” Talons clicked together as Isaiah crossed his arms, staring unblinkingly at the man across from him. Though Isaiah was aware the man was probably quite confused, or even scared, he simply couldn’t help starting up a conversation. This man had a smell that had never touched Isaiah’s nostrils before, and that was a rare thing.
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