Thread: St. George & the Dragon WHO: Ambriel Triádhos and Ashton Hartley WHERE: The cliffs, near Ashton's cave WHEN: September 10th, early morning
The angel stepped proudly out of House Hydra, his hair still slightly wet from the shower. He took a deep breath, taking in the cool morning air. He always liked this moment, when the world was still asleep. The sun was peeking over the horizon, meaning that even the vampires had tucked in for the night. A new dawn, a new day, a fresh start. He broke out into a trot and then, his wings spread. With one strong stroke, he was airborne.
It was his ritual. He woke up, he took a shower, he dressed and then, he went for his morning flight before going to pray in the chapel. After that, breakfast. He used his flights to empty his mind, to shake off the weight of the world and his sins. While he used his prayer to commune with his Lord and ask for penitence for his transgressions, he felt closer to the divine during these flights. The world was at its most beautiful during the mornings and within seconds, Ambriel would stop thinking about sin, duty and purpose and instead, all he would be doing was simply flying.
Ambriel had curved over the woods to fly over the ocean, skimming over the surface. Sometimes, the tips of his wings touched the foamy heads of the wild waves. He felt the wildness of the sea wind on his face, the salt on his lips. When he approached the cliffs, he curved upwards, his hair wet and wild again. He flew over the cliffside, quick and agile, when his sharp eyes noticed something he had never seen before. A black shape, sleek and shiny in the blue light, but gargantuan and reptilian. Ambriel's eyes narrowed. A serpent of Satan.