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Wings

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Held firmly in hand was the thick hollowed bone covered in the softness of large angelic feathers; deep red eyes shone as a single wing was pulled back, thick-soled boot pressing into the fallen's bare back, crushing him against the cement floor. The only sounds were his terrified protests and the rattling of chains.

Silver and Crimson eyes met, the brothers had done this countless times before; subdued and bound the winged creatures in their basement. The irresistible urge came over them every time they saw one. It had become a ritual of sorts.

One nodded to the other and their attention was turned to the angel, lips twisting into fanged grins. The eldest, Chrim, always got the first go, while Rah held the other wing still. Keeping his foot to the fallen's back, he began to twist the wing, the angel screaming in agony as the joint in his back gradually gave way with a sickening, grinding pop, but he was far from finished with it. He tilted the wing backwards, putting most of his 7'3'' height and 200lbs into it before pulling a small knife from his boot and reaching down to cut an inch into the flesh around the joint. He licked the blood from the knife and returned it to the side of his boot then, and finally, with a jerk and a rip accompanied by the strained shriek of the fallen, the wing was torn free and simply tossed aside. It was Rah's turn.

What could best be described as a stifled, maniacal chuckle rose as psychotic silver eyes beamed excitedly. Rah dropped to his knees to sneer at their prey, "Tell mother I said hi," and like a kid at Christmas, with his older brother still holding the fallen in place with his foot, he cackled and bit into it's wing, tearing it off as one would tear duct tape. "Oh wait," his laugh carried on as he threw the wing behind him, seeming unfazed by the blood coating his face, "you won't be able to get back to her, will you?" He stood and kicked the innocent male in the ribs hard enough for them to cave from his steel-toed shoe.

"What a co-incidence," Chrim added pressure to the ribs, the angel's voice was hoarse and he barely held consciousness, but still he cried out from the  pain, "We haven't seen her since your kind took her from our father~" and with that final comment, he shoved his foot down and twisted, silencing the male and turning his ribs and heart into a stain on the floor.
Finished the writing on Dec 6, 2011.
A short scene with a couple of characters I haven't given much attention to in years.
I'm quite proud of it actually. ♥

Rah: [link]
Chrim: [link]

Decided to substitute my rant with a better Preview pic i just made... Via mouse... Iunno, I've never been able to get the hang of my tablet.
It's like i need to see the tip of my art utensil on the image I'm working on or I'll have to redraw each line a billion times each to get the angle right (if i ever do). -_-;


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Tiki-The-Troll's avatar
Ah yes, this thing.

Yes.