#mutation wings

A swarm of broken feathers lay about at Gabriel stood before a some of Talon’s grunts -- He was not in a mood to deal with them and seeing how they have their guns trained on him...They did not come here to have a picnic.  His wings hurt and having to deal with ‘children’ was not on the scheduled today. -- So he needed to make this quick.  

Wings are heavy -- Gabriel would of laughed if he did not find it painfully true. The only thing that seems to be alive and warm in his person are his wings. -- It was an odd site and a very calming place.  Gabriel was laying in a bunch of grass -- However, he was on his stomach and the back of the wings faced the sun. -- It would be a lie if he said if he did not like the warmth. -- He was open and also very relaxed. 

It was about time he learned to use his wings. -- Allowing them to appear and going though the pain again...He was standing on top of a building. -- However, the look of ‘Reaper’ was replaced with the one of ‘Gabriel’.  His crimson gaze was staring down at the ground -- His arms was relaxed by his hips as he slowly lifts his gaze up and skyward. -- Why was this worrying? Think like a bird...Well almost like one. -- Huffing to himself he jumps.  He was not flying but gliding. -- It was still a start...Now he needs to know how to land.

It was a sharp pain that sent Reaper to his knees. -- He lets out a low snarl as his own jacket started to give way. Tearing two holes on his back, Reaper, let out a roar of pain.  As two heavy wings rest on his back he claws the ground. -- They came back and it hurts. “Great...What do I do now?”, he murmurs as he moves to rest on his knees. 

A burst of feathers and a pained grunt came from, Reaper, as bullets hit him. -- Oh, he was beyond pissed and when his wings opened up showing red eyes of an angry man... It was a mass of screaming -- People being dragged back from the angry and hungry Reaper. -- Anyone close or was lucky enough to get away, did not go back to see what he did to his captured victims.  His wings took hits and he was looking for holes. Only see that under the feathers -- Webbing appeared. “...Bat?”, he says lowly. 

Scattered feathers and a raging wraith was a sight to behold as he was attacking someone for something to eat. -- Reaper, body was to weak to heal and his wings looked almost as dead as he was.  With a rough punch to the face -- Reaper’s mask was hit off...Showing a snarling beast of a man. Crimson eyes and opens cheek wounds and neck ...Openings showing the moving muscles.  Pulling his arm back and gauntlet ready to stab -- Reaper, shoved his arm forward and with  the panicked human body flailing and suddenly stopping. -- Reaper ripped out the soul and devoured it. The crimson dripping from his mouth...His body slowly started to look alive again--- Along with the obsidian wings his body decided to make...  His gaze was staring at another human who witness his kill, “More....”

It was a off day for Reaper -- He was just crouching and his body was oddly balance with his wings hanging behind him. Hid mask was hanging on his belt as his hood was resting on his head.  A loud ban made his eyes snap open. --  His wings flared out as he glances about looking for said source. “...”, he gives a low growls as he slowly gets up.  

Opening his wings he looks at some feathers. -- Crimson eyes scan the inky color before removing one of his gloves. The wings themselves felt oddly soft and warm, Alive and living unlike him and his dying and remaking cells.  Reaper lowers his hand and lets the wings move back and forward -- Sweeping the ground slightly and causing a small pile of snow.