Blood of the Lamb

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Arith raised an eyebrow as he always tended to when Felicity did something particularly perplexing. Honestly what was he supposed to say to that. It was quite frankly the most adorable and amusing thing he had ever seen. "Yes, you can have it," he said after a moment of controlling the twitch of his lips. He paid for the windchime and it was wrapped in paper to protect the glass pieces, and put in a little brown bag that he gave to Felicity to carry, warning him to keep careful hold of it.
 
Felicity giggled again and took the little brown paper bag containing his new treasure. He was careful not to jostle it too much for fear of breaking his newest trinket, glad that Arith had bought it for him. He spent the rest of the evening wandering around and looking at everything until a particularly lively song came on. And he started dancing a little. Swaying his hips and bouncing on the balls of his feet a bit, And then he set the bag down and downright started dancing in fornt of a stall. He moved so fluidly, like water, but bubbly water, excited and energetic. It was cute and beautiful all at once. And he drew a small crowd as he danced, grabbing Arith's hand to try and coax him into it. he wanted to dance with the man, such a sweet smile on his face. people around him joined in the dancing, and their little crowd moved to a more open area with other dancing couple and singles.​
 
Arith shook his head, but waved a little, telling Felicity wordlessly that he was allowed to dance. He picked up the little bag so it wouldn't get stepped on. He leaned on a nearby stall and watched, admiring Felicity's beauty, his grace. All belonging to him. He was quiet but still enjoying the sight.
 
Felicity pouted a bit when Arith didn't want to dance with him but he didn't take it personally. He danced among the crowd, giggling and merrily laughing as he traded dance partners. But he would soon be lost among that crowd and could easily be snatched up. he was just so small and dainty, he was hard to see among the swirling colors and lights. There was danger for Felicity everywhere he went, and a small squeak could be heard, one of alarm. Barely audible over the music as he was snatched from the edge of the crowd and hauled off into an alley. Just on the edge of Arith's sight.​
 
Arith heard it of course, and seeing the white figure pulled into an alley he moved forward quickly to interfere. He had no intention of letting the male be hurt or taken away. He may have no affection for him, but he was an extremely possessive creature and would not let his belongings be soiled by the touch of others.
 
Felicity was muffled and had his mouth covered by a rag with some sickly sweet smelling something on it that made him feel tired. but he fought it. And he struggled as best he could kicking against the man dragging him off. There were four of them, faces covered by cheap masks. They wore all black and each had a gun strapped to his hip as they wrestled with Felicity to get him under control while he struggled and fought the drugs, but he was getting weaker. And Arith had to get through the fringes of the crowd to get to the alley. And they were dragging Felicity away.​
 
However, Arith didn't have to deal with such pesky things as a crowd. A hot wind pushed those around him back, causing several startled cries, as enormous black wings spanning some ten feet unfurled from his back, and he launched himself up into the air. He oriented himself quickly as he looked down, and when he saw the little white figure that was Felicity he dove down, landing with a heavy thud in a crouch in front of the offenders in the alleyway. He snarled, mismatched eyes flashing and baring his fangs.
 
The men shouted with alarm and drew their guns, taking aim and not hesistating to shoot at him. These men had been... Hired, they were hunters. Bad ones, ut that wasnt the point. It seemed that someone was challenging Arith. Indirectly of course, he wasn't stupid enough to announce himself so soon. But a few broken bones and it would all come out, these men werent as tight lipped as one may like. Felicity faded fastand he got sluggishbefore Arith could get to him, going limo as one man hauked the little unicorn over his shoulder and made a run for it, the other three shootinf at Arith in a poor attempt to keep him away. Felicity of course knew that Arith would save him. And he would mistake that for affection or possibly some semblance of attachment, but he woukd be proven wrong again no doubt.​
 
Arith dashed forward, his wings flaring out as he ran past the armed men, shoving them aside with the force of a wave. His claws reached out and sank into the back of the male's neck, the one carrying the unicorn, and he yanked him back. "Where are you going?" he growled, blood trickling out from where he had sank the small black daggers.
 
The man fell to his knees immediately and babbled, terrified of Arith now that he was in danger and possibly about to die. So he sputtered for a moment and laid Felicity down, putting his hands up and apoligizing frightenedly to Arith.

"No-nowhere! Take him and go! We'll leave!"

This one appeared to be the leader if this patchwork group of thugs and the other droped their guns. They were cheap, bribeable. Better yet easily killed, and disposed off. They were terrified of Arith now that they knew what he was capable of, and Felciity lay on te filth covered ground, bruises on his wrists and ankles from where the men had held him too harshly. He would be frightened after this, too scared to go outside without Arith close by. Too afraid to wander off.​
 
Arith looked down at him dispassionately, lifting his claws up and licking off traces of blood. He sneered. "You aren't even worth anything as a blood bag," he muttered, and with a single slash, the man's life was extinguished.

A few minutes later, Arith dialed Max's number with bloody finger. "I need a cleanup Max. Yes, just outside the festival. I'll be headed home." He snapped the phone closed and tucked it into his pocket, reaching down to pick up Felicity. He took flight once more, gliding easily on the winds high above the city back towards the rooftop garden of his building.
 
Felicity slept the whole flight back home, limp in Ariths arms. But onky a few minutes after arriving on the garden roof he would wake up, and he'd be terrified. Unable to see at first, his vision spotty, he mistook Arith for one of the bad men as he had dubbed them. Writhing and struggling in the mans arms. Making a frightened sound as his tail lashed beneath him. Twars picking his eyes. He was pretty when he was scared even. But once he realized it was Arith holding him he'd latch onto the man and refuse to let go.​
 
Arith let go of the mail when he began thrashing, not caring if he wanted to run off or hide or whatever would make him feel better. Once the other clung to him however, he sighed, patting him on the head with his less bloody hand. "There there," he said simply. "You're alright now."
 
Feliciry sniffled a bit and clung to Ariths let for a while before hr got up and grabbed the mans hand, holding onto it tightly and then realizing they were at home again. He had come to think of this place as a sort of home, but not quite there. He liked it, sort of. Not quite. But it was alright. He looked up at Arith, rubbing the tears from his eyes and then putting on a tiny smile for then an, ndit wanting to seek afraid when he was indeed very afraid. He wanted to be brave. Like Arith was.

"Thank you..."​
 
Arith looked at the male and ruffled his hair slightly, fingers brushing over the male's horn. Right now he still had his wings out, huge and black, with a faintly iridescent shimmer to them. "Let me see your wrists," he said, lifting the youth's hands and examining the bruises on the delicate skin with pursed lips.
 
Felicity was only just now noticing the big fluffy feathered wings. Sleek and glossy looking. And instead of letting Arith examine his aching and bruised wrists, merely allowing him a glimpse. He reached around behind Arith under the mans arms to touch the feathery apendages. He was ever curious. Making an excited sound, he tried to touch the feathers.wanting to kniw what they felt like.he had seen wings onbirda, but never on people. And he found this utterly fascinating.

"You have wings? Since when?"

He had all but forgottenabout his aches and pains. Though fear still clouded his mind tian extent. His mood was up and down. He was far too energetic.​
 
Arith made a slight sound of amusement in his throat, shifting his wings a bit. "They're a bit large to have out in the house. I only have them when I need them." He let the male run his hands over the powerful limbs for a bit, feeling the silky feathers and the muscles underneath before he dismissed them. They shrank down from their ten foot wingspan, smaller and smaller until they disappeared into his back, leaving only the tattered back of his shirt behind.
 
Felicity, curious as always, wandered around behind Arith, ducking under his arm to watch the wings shrink and then vanish into his back. How intriguing. He brushed his dingers on the skin showing through the tears in Arith shirt, and then it dawned on him that the shirt was ruined. He perked up a little and looked up at Arith with a tiny smile, almost shy.

"I can fix your shirt... With my magic... Its all torn up now."

That's what his magic was for after all. Healing and repairing what was damaged. Except for himself. He could only heal and repair othwrs and things. Not himself unfortunately.​
 
"If you like," Arith answered, more curious to see the youth's magic at work than because he needed the shirt fixed. He could easily just grab another one. Even so, Felicity seemed inclined to fix it and so he was perfectly willing to let him. He pat the youth's head again and gave one of his brief smiles.
 
Feliciries magic was a curious thing. His horn shone golden even though the color was a gradient purple, it shin with sift golden lightand his crystals shone as well, clear with a blue tinge. He looked intently at the back of Arith shirt and placed his palm flat on the mans back. He had to be in contact with whatever he was fixing. And the shirt began to stitch itself back together under his fingers. Be it in his hand ir still on Ariths back, it would mend itself magically with a little golden thread and then the thread woukd vanish, leaving his shirt hole and tear free. Felicity flushed with color, shy again. He'd never shown his magic to anyone...​
 
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