Lost Wings [CLOSED]
 Howling winds brought the smell of iron to the land, to anyone who knew this signal it meant death had been upon the masses. How odd though, if one paid attention they could also find the undertones of something sweet-- wild flowers in the air, the cruel irony to find beauty in a battlefield There would be death certificates to sign and oh the horrible cries of the loved ones left behind, but this is a common in the fight for the new age of man so one must remember it.
There where sounds of those alive picking up comrades injured and the body count being written, marks of those MIA where being tallied up and everyone seemed to be calm but showing distress. Even the most harden stomachs could quiver at the horrors shown, but the mighty youth carrying the weight of humanity on his shoulder's didn't seem to show the despair so easily. Of course the stench made his stomach turn, but with the passing wind and undertone of fresh flowers; he tried to forget the surroundings of those ready to be returned back to the land.
Expeditions always have a risk of many not making it, this was common fact. One could be speaking freely in a moment the next they would be on the other side of the spectrum looking at those left surviving from the afterlife. Right now was not the time to think of that! It was time to pick up the injured and go back to town, how disturbingly peaceful everything was now. The sky was bright blue, the sun where it was meant to be, the sings of the turning season showing at the once green leafs now turning in to shades of red or yellow. Why is hell peaceful?
Native tongues where thrown back and forth, giving orders to the next commands but the young hunter felt off; perhaps it was the beast clawing at his stomach telling him to listen closely. As he stopped in his tracks in the field of wild flowers, he swore he could smell the copper like fluid wafting in the air but it was fresh-- not old. Step by step he took in search of the source before finding it. The outline of the body was feminine, female? yes, it appeared to be.
Narrowing his eyes, he studied her form for a moment-- still breathing, thank goodness! Kneeling down, his usual booming voice was gentle wanting to see how badly they where injured. "Hey..." it was nearly a whisper coming from his lips, "Come now, we are heading back. Can you walk?" more then prepared to carry them back, the shaggy hair brunet watched for any sign that would give him the OK.
