From Bad Angels: Falling: The itch on his neck told Rex that someone was watching. He ambled along the Royal Mile, stepping to the side of the street as solders tramped through, jumping out of the way as heavy wagons trundled goods to various businesses in the busy city. He ducked into alleys barely wide enough accommodate a full-sized man, so he made himself slightly less than full sized. Rex dodged into shadows and emerged in the sunlight far distant from where he’d initially entered. He was sorely tempted to take the guise of a teen or a child, but that level of charm could pose a hazard all its own, here in the bowels of the city. As the sun dipped from the sky, hunger gnawed at his belly. Reaching into his pack, he found one of the apples Hunter had given him before he left. Hunter. No doubt the angel was anxious about his daylong absence. Now he was tired and reluctant to begin the long journey home. He’d have to spend a night as a guest of his aunt. He bit the apple, smiling at the tart-sweet flesh. Much as he loved life in the Terran world, he missed the food from home. There were other things he missed as well. Loneliness had long been his companion. Secrecy was a fact of his existence. When he visited home, even for a day or two, his soul was strengthened and rejuvenated. Even his magic grew stronger #AmEditing
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 21:06:32 +0000
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