Post by Wyatt Maynor on Apr 2, 2016 0:45:53 GMT -5
Wyatt's eyes widened as the new man who seemed to have his hands turn into whips of light had saved him. He eyed the man cautiously. He seemed more dangerous than the demon who had him by the throat. It all seemed so strange. He had never really had much of a challenge when it came to fighting. Wyatt was strong. He had the powers of a wolf and a strix, combining the two called for a deadly mixture. He gently rubbed his throat, hoping that it would feel at least somewhat better but, to no avail, it didn't work out that way. He took in a long, shaky breath. He windpipe had been crushed, that was a sure thing. It was hard to breath but, it must not have collapsed completely. He took the advice of the man who had seemed to be made completely of light and went to find the Immortals base. He was in no condition to fight in this state. He would need medical assistance sooner rather than later so, he had hoped that the man who had said his name was Julian, was telling the truth that he would be filled in and then once he took care of that demon, that he would come and heal Wyatt.
He let his wings unfurl from his back. The two, large black wings shot outwards and took him back to the air. He felt a pull on him again, but this time, he pushed himself forward, flying out of the force pulling him. That demon really wanted him dead for some reason. He landed on a beach and looked around for a large cave mouth like the one that Julian had described. It took a few minutes, but eventually his eyes caught sight of it. He slowly made his way to the door, his breathing labored and his body now shaky in its entirety from a lack of oxygen. So much that he wanted to do, yet he knew that because of that demon, if somebody didn't fix his windpipe soon, he would be dead and the demon would have succeed. He pushed through the doors and fell to his knees, his voice was raspy and soft, but he had hoped that somebody would have still heard him, "Someone...help me...". He fell the ground face first, blacked out from a lack of oxygen.
He let his wings unfurl from his back. The two, large black wings shot outwards and took him back to the air. He felt a pull on him again, but this time, he pushed himself forward, flying out of the force pulling him. That demon really wanted him dead for some reason. He landed on a beach and looked around for a large cave mouth like the one that Julian had described. It took a few minutes, but eventually his eyes caught sight of it. He slowly made his way to the door, his breathing labored and his body now shaky in its entirety from a lack of oxygen. So much that he wanted to do, yet he knew that because of that demon, if somebody didn't fix his windpipe soon, he would be dead and the demon would have succeed. He pushed through the doors and fell to his knees, his voice was raspy and soft, but he had hoped that somebody would have still heard him, "Someone...help me...". He fell the ground face first, blacked out from a lack of oxygen.