Snippet #2344179

Amara was stunned when he left, for it had happened so quickly, her senses didn't have time to register it. His swimming trunks slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, along with her mood. She was confused, and as he growled at her she thrashed backwards in the water in an attempt to put space between them. He was scary, and the wolf looked like it would rip her apart, starting with her jugular. As she went to go backwards, an unexpected weight was there and she fell. Before she knew what to do, she was under the water, being weighed down by the enormous wings that had once again manifested from her flesh. When she opened her eyes under the water she could see the blood swirling by her. She let out a scream, but all that came out were bubbles.

Somehow, she managed to pull herself out of the water. Thankfully, she had only been waist deep. When she emerged from the watery depths, she was coughing, and paying no mind to the wolf on the other side of the pool. Suddenly Amara was acutely aware of the burning sensation of the chlorine in her open wound. She struggled to drag her wings through the water and to the other side of the pool, where she struggled to pull herself out of the water.

She managed to do so, finally, and laid on the tan concrete to rest. Her markings were sparkling in the sunlight that hit her. So they glow in the dark, and sparkle in the sun. Wonderful. How much bigger of a freak could I be turning into? I'm already half fucking bird... she thought bitterly to herself. Having wings almost made her drown a few seconds ago.

Why had Rily jumped away from her like that? Why was he growling at her? Slowly, as she looked into her reflection of the water, it dawned on her. She was one of them. An Angel. But how? She had never.... She didn't have time to think about that right now. "Rily, please, I'm sorry!" she called across the pool. Breathing heavily from her efforts in the water, she slowly pulled herself into a seated position. "I'm not going to hurt you, Rily, please.." she whimpered. Slowly, she started to cry. She didn't want to be an Angel, she didn't want to have wings, or runes, or for Rily to leave her.

She pulled her knees to her chest and wept with her head down. Slowly, the runes faded away, and the wings returned to their hiding place somewhere within her soul. She didn't notice any change, aside from her back feeling significantly lighter, and the pain slowly going away as her skin crawled together and stopped the bleeding. "I'm a monster..." she whimpered, holding her legs as close to her as possible. No wonder the Angels were hunting her. They wanted her to kill Rily and be like them. Well, she wouldn't be like them. She just wanted to be herself. Wasn't that enough?