OoC: Yeah, it wasn't exactly the greatest intro ever, this post isn't all that much better
I'll get into a good flow soon hopefully.
BiC:
The beautiful pegasus’ wings rose and fell gently, carrying the angelic rider through the sky. Famulus’ own wings were held shut. Lucerna was shaking in the cool wind. The general was starting to sober up. His hazel eyes were searching through the dense forestry far below. He knew that chances of finding Mesfido here were minimal considering his soldiers had scoured the area a hundred times already. It felt refreshing though, being out in the clean, fresh air. Famulus found that fly was the best way to calm himself. It was at times like these, when he was alone and peaceful, that he became the man he once was; proud and strong but true and honest as well. In recent times his honesty had turned to brutality and his trueness to cruelty. His obsessive desire for revenge was making him a shadow of what he the man he was.
A shimmer of light caught Famulus’ eye. Far below on the forest floor there was something moving. It didn’t seem like an animal, a human child perhaps. He steered Fastida down towards the forest canopy. She broke into a dive, stopping within metres of the highest tree. The general leapt off his steady, spreading his wings as he did so. He gave her a gentle pat on the nose and then glided down to the soft earth. The person was some distance to the east. It was unusual for anyone to be out, especially wandering a forest this late at night. Famulus felt compelled to follow him, not for any particular reason. The remaining drops of alcohol in his system seemed to think it was a good idea, that’s all.
Famulus was never the stealthiest of angels, but he did what he could to travel through the shadows. The trees and foliage gave him little help. He moved clumsily, his armour jingling with every twitch. He was close to the figure now. He could see him well in the sparkling moonlight. It was a boy, or so it seemed. The boy must have been young. He was small and lightly built. His cloths seemed too big for him. The sleeves of his robe dangled around his sides, covering his hands. The boy turned his head, looking directly at where Famulus was standing. He had a pair of the strangest eyes the general had ever seen.
“Why are you following me?”
Surprise sent a jolt through Famulus. The boy had seen. He mustn’t have been as quiet as he’d thought. He quickly recomposed himself. The general stepped out from behind a slender tree trunk. “You have good eyesight, boy. I was curious, that’s all. Where are you going at a time like this?”