28 January 2014

Botaal, Anais, and Huney are crepter/demons, the mixture of a good and evil. crepters are good and peaceful creatures, usually at peace with the world. (like hippies) and the demon side is made from anger. they are on their way to find Leoz, a lost member of their kind.

The coldest of wind doesn’t phase Botaal’s search for Leoz the lost,
As he would keep walking, through any terrain, at any cost,
Huney keeps her wings spread, to keep wind from freezing her back,
As Anais keeps walking, nursing a small wound from the previous days attack,
“That looks sore, we should rest for a while.” Huney stops as Botaal turns,
Taking a breath he waits, “Ouch.” Anais says, as the wound slightly burns,
“Power of fire will heal her skin.” Botaal mentions, knowing demons ways,
He looks at the wound, knowing naturally it will only heal in a few days,
“We don’t have time for this.” Botaal takes a branch from a nearby tree,
Snapping it smaller, “We shall burn this wood.” He crouches on one knee,
Tapping rocks together, they echo through the silence of the swampy cold,
As nearby awoken by the sound, some sleeping Bayts wings unfold,
Screeching loud, they shake off the ice, covering their wings turned white,
Dropping down, they see the crepter demons, ready for a flight,
“Crepters!” one of the bayts speaks, as Botaal sees them ahead,
“Get behind me.” Botaal stops trying to start a fire, with his eyes turning red,
“Bayts?” Huney sees them, keeping Anais still,
“Soon to be dead Bayts.” Botaal runs in for the kill,
Treading hard across the frozen swamp waters under his feet,
The gaining in anger causes his skin to sting with heat,
Flying up above him the Bayts then swoop down towards the girls,
As Botaal takes a rock, aiming it before he hurls,
Hitting the bayt in the back, putting it off its game,
Botaal leaps and throws another, hitting hard the same,
The third Bayt attacks Huney, only meeting her fist,
She takes it by the head and kills it with a twist,
The other two Bayts fly away, scared from these being too strong,
As Botaal walks over to Anais to correct all that is wrong,
The heat inside him, burning in the palm of his hand,
He touches her wound, healing it like he planned,
Then helping her up, he holds her, kissing as Huney grins,
A hint of a smile crosses his face, as now their love begins.