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Rowan Aves

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A rather loud flapping of feathered wings could be heard outside of the bar, though it would end abruptly as a man landed outside, his way of travel conveniently disappearing before he landed with a small thump on the sidewalk that marked the streets. He was rather lean man, the black buttoned down shirt that he wore had its sleeves folded upwards almost to his elbows, and he also wore jeans with black boots underneath. Overall he looked to be goth, though one look at his tanned complexion and his muscular build would tell otherwise.

He would enter the bar with a smile, pushing the door to the establishment open with a firm hand, its palm callused yet smooth as it gripped the edge of the door before letting it go as he took several steps inward, letting it slowly fall back into its place. He wore a smile upon his features, though the way he held himself told differently, due to the fact that he was very tense. He relaxed as he made his way further into the bar, preferring to stand then sit on one of the seats as he leaned against the counter with one elbow, the other hand rummaging through his pocket as he pulled out a few slim coins and placed them on the counter.

A bartender would then come and take them, and with a few mumbled words soon a tall glass of tequilla and a variety of fruit juices would appear in front of the man. He picked up the glass, taking a long pull from its edge and swallowing with much enthusiasm as the liquor ran down his throat, scorching liquid fire, it almost seemed. Though the haze that it momentarily placed like a coat over his mind was like a natural high, closing his eyes as he placed the glass down and licking his lips with satisfaction before opening them again and turning toward the few other patrons at the bar's counter.

These included Hylda K. Ross, West, and Erik who was currently playing the piano, an instrument that the man obviously knew how to play well.

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The man would turn toward Hylda as he was screamed at, however it wouldn't last long as he stood up from his leaning position, walking over to the younger girl and slipping his hands into his pockets, looking at her rather coolly. Though inside he was raging with held in anger, and in a few short words he would have it out of himself.

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Listen, I have never seen you before in my 328 years of living and for the fact that you believe that I am to young to be drinking, then you are sorely mistaken. Now, if you find it necessary to scream at me some more I suggest you keep your tone level and actually sensible.


He would finish with a short nod, though his tone had undertaken one of dominance and cunning, though most of all it was power that laced its way through his words. He would stand, his position casual yet controlling, his wings nearly jutting from his back in an urge to suppress the woman into submission though they didn't show themselves, making sure to stay hidden as Rowan talked to the woman.[/color]

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Rowan would only look down at her as she continued to plead and make a horrid show of apologizing. He would then nod softly as a way of accepting her pleas and turned back to walk toward his own drink.

Don't stress yourself.
was the simple answer he gave her, turning with that and returning to his drink. He looked away from her and instead at the man playing the piano, sipping at his drink only a tad with much less enthusiasm then the man held previously. His good mood turned sour by the encounter, though he tried not to let it get to him.

He would smile at the sound of the piano and the way the notes flowed rather fluently through the mans hands, and he enjoyed it for once, loving the simple pleasures of life. But all things had to come to an end, and as he turned back toward the counter his mind was interrupted by a rather loud booming voice in his head,
Let your anger control you next time, I am not pleased..
and with that the voice would leave, though it left the man sitting at the counter with a rather upset look on his face, one of disgust and hate He turned his head away from the patrons of the bar, looking down at his glass as his knuckles went white, clutching the edge of the counter with some force.

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Rowan Aves would look toward the door, small once hidden slits in his back being pushed apart as large black wings sprouted from his back, sending a gush of wind toward all of those who inhabited the bar. They nearly reached 10 feet in length and were coated in all black feathers. He would then fold them neatly behind his back, the tips of them dragging along the floor as he leaned back against the bar calmly, pulling the glass of tequilla to his lips and taking a long tug at it.

He would then place the glass on the table once again, his wings slowly moving as he breathed, though he would no longer seem to be mad or anything of the sort, but rather calmly cool in a sense that he felt that it was no 'big deal' that he had large wings poking out of his back. But rather he was worried about the glass in front of him that had dew scattering its sides. He brushed his finger along its edge, collecting the dew into one drop as it fell onto the wooden counter top. He released a deep sigh, pulling his brows forward in concentration on a subject that had been lost to humanity nearly 200 years ago.

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Rowan Aves turned to look at the sound of the bottle slipping from the girls grip and heading toward the floor, though with any lucky his wing would flash out, catching the bottle by its side to soften the fall before the man could reach out and grab the bottle. He had excellent reaction time by any standards, and as he looked back up to the face of the woman, bottle or not bottle, he released a soft smile.

Thank you Madam.
he said regardless of their previous encounter. If he had happened to catch the bottle he would then place it neatly back on the counter top, if not he would then call the bartender over to clean up the mess, or at least pass him a towel.

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Rowan would only laugh softly, taking the top off of the rum that the woman had been drinking and talking a slow sip at it, though his lips never touched its edges. He would then lay the bottle back on the counter, pushing it a tad closer to the woman with a short nod.

It is quite useful, except for those who stare at you and of course there is the silly notion of being an angel of sorts.
the man would wave a hand dismissively at the notion and he pushed a lock of hair from his features, smiling at the woman.

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The sound of footsteps would be heard echoing through the chambers of fallen rocks as the young boy ran, his head tossed over his shoulder as he tried desperately to see the monster that had attacked him in the city, forcing him to run. Though of course, the monster wasn't real, and never would be. Just a figment of the boys imagination that was causing Rowan's sense of flight to go off the charts.

He would slowly come to a stop, his hands on his knees as he bent over, breathing heavily. The smaller loose pebbles around him would lift off the ground as he came to a stop, though they never made it past nearly four inches off the ground. He flipped his ebony hair back, purple eyes searching through the rocks for any sign of life, and there is was, the sound of footsteps.

He was only of the age of eleven, his muscles slowly starting to tune themselves, but for now he looked sort of lanky, and even stubby in some places. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and black hand-less gloves would come all the way past his elbows, tied to his arms by gray belts at his biceps. His legs were cloaked in black jeans that were rather baggy, and he was bare foot. The young boy was a sight to behold, without a scrap of family in sight.

In one hand he held a [url=http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.127368588.jpg]ring[/url] that he slipped on his left middle finger with ease, calming down almost immediately afterwords. He looked around, his eyes searching through the dim night, straining against it.
H-h-hello?
he would call out shakily, his eyebrows raised up as he prepared for the monster that usually came, though hopefully tonight it would stay away.

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Rowan squinted through the night air and moved toward her voice, his head tilted off to the side. As he stepped forward, the rocks that he moved closer to would float within a seven foot radius. He brought his hand up, shielding his eyes from above as though there was sun in his eyes, though it helped none. He settled for standing where he was, looking in the direction of the noise.

He hoped that she would be nice, he could use a friend after all. After spending the latest years of his life in hiding from the world, he could get used to having a friend.

Who's there? I'm Rowan.
he would call out, taking another step forward with more confidence then previously. He placed both hands on his hips, leaning off to the side.

I can't exactly see you. Maybe you could come out of hiding?
he would ask, still looking around to try and find the young girls hiding place.

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Rowan stepped back a step as she came out from behind the rocks, his arms clutching his chest as he folded them there, one foot tapping softly, a bad habit when he was nervous. He shifted from one foot to the other before answering her.

Um.. I'm not sure, it just sort of happens.
he would say with an exasperated sigh, one hand reaching toward one of the floating rocks with his hand, watching it float higher before falling back to its original position.

He would then lean down and eventually sit down on the ground before her, the rocks all falling as he sat down, crisscrossed apple sauce, as his old teacher used to say. He placed his hands in his lap, messing with his ring.

Oh.. I'm sorry... Its - ah, nice to meet you Allison.
he would stumble, remembering his manners as he brushed his hair back with his hand, looking up to her. Frankly, he was tried from running, and didn't want to stand.

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Rowan looked up to her with raised eyebrows, a smiling daring to make its way onto his features.
I'm alright, just tired from running. So, you can do things to?
he would ask, his brows furrowed for a moment. Though he didn't mention the monster he had ran from.

The monster was rather scary, a black beast with gleaming red eyes that had black goo dripping from its wide, sharp jaws. It scared him down to the very core of his bones, making him shiver from the thought. He had seen it lurking in the shadows, and ran as if his life depended on it. Quite frankly, in his mind his life had depended on it.

I can't make the rocks move when I want them to, put without thinking about it they just.. move.
he would mumble, running a hand through his coarse hair with a smirk.

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Rowan giggled softly and played with a rock in his hand, just in his hand, without the floating. His eyes danced across the ground around them, trying to figure out how to raise the rocks, without success. His hair floated around him for a second, though that's only as long as it lasted, until it fell back around his shoulders again. He brushed the strands behind his ears.

Its okay, I get it. You want to keep it a secret and not tell anyone. But don't worry, I've got no one to tell.
he would say, a smile dancing across his features as he scooted forward toward Allison. He closed some of the distance between them, hoping to lengthen the friendship that was slowly forming between them. Or at least, it seemed that they were forming a relationship.

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Rowan would stand up, brushing the small amount of dirt off of his jeans, though his body reacted almost immediately to the defensive high level of psychic energy that cloaked the girl before him. The rocks, even the larger ones would lift up off the ground surrounding him within a five foot radius. He sighed softly, that annoying sense of flight urging him on once again at the presence of another being.

He would brush his hair back and reach out a hand toward her, attempting to help her up.
Maybe we could head toward those woods over there? I'm sure nothing could get us in there.
he said, matter-of-factly. The ring on his finger would dangle mid-air as it slipped from his finger, though the boy caught it before the levitating object could be noticed, slipping it back onto his finger.

Yeah.. maybe we should get going.
he would murmur, his voice cracking as he took a step toward her, the hand still lent out even though he would have much rather ran off. His eyes sought out her own, the purple orbs full of fear and a tint of friendliness, though a smile cloaked his features. They had always said, 'don't show fear, and put on a show of not being scared even if you are.' Though who 'they' were he wasn't sure, but the voices in his head seemed to be right most of the time, so why wouldn't they be this time?

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Rowan would pull the hand back, rather mad at the fact that she wouldn't accept the smallest thing as a hand up. He thought he was being nice, and she retorted by completely ignoring all of his futile tries! The rocks around him would fall once again at this train of thought as he followed behind her.

Alright then.
he would mumble, still rather defeated and put down. He wrapped his arms around his chest, his gaze on the ground in front of him as he followed her.

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Large wings fluttered above the minuscule building below, creating a large shadow below him. His body was muscled, easily visible just by glancing at his bare chest. Black feathered wings would fold in for a moment, letting the man fall swiftly to the ground, though spreading out at the last moment, reaching over 14 feet long from tip to tip. They were a sight to be seen, reaching out like hands before folding in on themselves as bare feet touched the ground, seemingly walking on air for a moment before both of his feet touched the rough cement below them.

Rowan was clad in dark blue jeans, which seemed to be the only clothing he was wearing. His large wings tucking behind his back, seemingly having a blue-ish tinge to them as the shimmered in the light. The tips of his wings dragged along the floor some, being too large to fold properly behind his back. Golden eyes gazed out from under his mess of black hair as he ran one hand through his bangs, which covered only his forehead, while it flicked up at the edges. As he made his way toward the door, it opened slowly without his touch, closing behind him as the arch-angel made his way into the establishment with ease.

He seemed perfectly at ease around other people, even though he might catch another persons gaze for more than a few minutes due to his appearence. He moved to one of the corners of the bar, near enough to the bar counter to wave the 'tender away with a shake of his head. Crossing muscular arms acrossed his chest he would take in the bar's patrons, one by one. Golden eyes searching for something, someone, but never knowing where to stop.

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Rowan's large wings moved up and down as his chest rose and fell, breathing as silently as an owl's wing beats, though his golden eyes peered out from behind the shadows that covered his body, enveloping him in a mask of security, away from those with a good heart. Away from those who still thought themselves safe on an earth where war was the main topic of any news, where death was around every turn, and even the brightest street wasn't safe.

Malevolent.

The scent of once warm blood flowing through that of an innocent. Its dieing breath echoing through his ears, as the blood chilled, and all went silent, except for that of a being changing. The crunching of bones, snapping with a sickening sound into place as the former hyena took its human shape. Death. It was strong on the wind, and it caused a soft laugh to issue from the arch-angel, sending a shiver down his spine at the thought.

It was that sound that made the celestial being ache, desire, yearn, to see who caused such a sound. To see whom had killed another. To see the sinner who had become a murderer within a matter of moments. His ebony wings unfurled at the thought, however they were quickly dragged back into the uncomfortable place at his back, making him growl softly. Oh, how he hated to be inside! Where walls prevented him from seeing the sky, where the limits to his abilities were the worst. Where his wings could no longer spread out, stretch, and even kill. The feathers along his wings were each sharp, and deadly. Soft as the lightest cloud, though sharp as the greatest sword.

His body movements were swift as he uncrossed his arms, letting them dangle at his sides as he made his way away from his darkened shadows, and into the light, golden eyes reflecting off of the illuminated bar and causing his pupils to shrink. The arch-angel shouldered his way through the crowd, looking for the sinner.

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The golden eyes of the arch-angel would lock with Kumiho's own orbs, brows drawing together as he smirked, wings flittering back and forth, seemingly sizing their opponent up. The ebony wings shifted constantly, not content with staying hidden behind his back. He moved swiftly through the loose crowd of people, trying to get a better look at the girl. Though, his smile was now erased, replaced with a blank look. The aviator would roll his shoulders as he moved, before swiftly flexing his wings, rising off the ground a tad, and over the heads of the other patrons. There you are. The words echoed in his head, though somehow, he remained expressionless.

The laugh, oh! That devilish laugh, signalling a challenge that made the adrenaline in his viens spike, reaching a fever pitch as he fell back to the ground without a sound, his golden eyes staying locked on his subjective. The air around him grew tense, almost vibrating with the intensity of his wanting for the woman. His wanting to know the murderer under those falsly happy orbs, the killer beneath that fake laugh. His moves were intentional, closing slowly in on her, while giving her all the time in the world to get away. However reluctant to leave her alone, he had to know her secret. Shape-shifters had caught his attention when he was still in his younger years, and though he looked like he hadn't aged in the bit, he had years to surpass anothers with ease.

However, the celestial being wasn't focused on fighting the creature, he would if he had to. He had faught before, and was no stranger to it. He had felt the life-blood of another drain onto his bare hands, feel the last breath of another shallow in his ears, and seen another's eyes grow still as the world went dark for them, and a glorious red before his golden orbs. Rowan ran his fingers through his hair, coming closer to the woman before him before stoping, his voice low
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Don't run like a submissive babe.
he growled softly, the word babe filled with venom, relating it to that of a lower being, to that of a pig, to prey. His eyes glowed with wanting to share a kill with her, to have someone, besides himself in this lonely world, whom knew the thrill of a kill. [Finished]

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While the days had grown shorter and a soft tinge of chill had tainted the air, Rowan had managed to finally make his way back into the city once more. Callused hands folded into fists in his black coat, the wind biting through the fabric with ease. Vivid emerald orbs glanced at the bar as he passed, deciding against his better nature to go inside and sit for a drink.

Opening the door with one hand, he used the other to tousle his black hair, tanned features quirking up in a smile as he stepped inside, rolling his shoulders as he did so. Taking off his coat, he placed it by the door where others were hung, moving to the bar in his black button down shirt, rolling his sleeves to his elbows in the process before taking a seat at the bar.

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Upon being addressed by the young gal across the bar from him, he turned, a smirk turning up once immobile features. Resting both arms on the counter in front of him, he watched her with interest, still getting used to being back in tune with society once more - he didn't have the courtesy to look away when she glanced his way.

"I haven't the faintest idea, but my guess is the coffee here will be just as good as the coffee down the way." he said, his voice a pitch deeper than most. He completely ignored the sarcastic one who sat a bit further away. Emerald eyes alight with curiosity, he stood up to offer her a bit of help, motioning with one hand that he could if she'd like as he introduced himself "I suppose an introduction is needed. My name's Rowan, and who might you be madam?"

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Moving his green gaze away from her for a moment, he quickly pulled up the page on the machine with coffee, and a list of ways to customize your cup. Deft fingers slid to rest in his blue jean's pockets, turning once more to look at her as he stepped away from the machine to give her room.

A smile rising to his lips as he noticed her face flush a lovely shade of pink, eye brows raising softly at her mention of being in the city for only a few days. Sliding his hands out of his pockets he placed both elbows on the counter top, leaning his back against it as he watched her work with the machine.

"Pleased to meet you." he murmured, before replying to her statement "Welcome to the city, in that case. Though truth be told, I only flew in just this morning." he said with a shrug of his shoulders, emerald gaze flickering to Sirad for a moment as she spoke up once more and the stench of alcohol managed to find it's way to his nose.

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The curiosity of this one intrigued him. He had met very few people who found him inviting in the least, though perhaps it was his current state of peace. His mind had been free of worry for some time now, and it had changed his demeanor from snarling anger to gleeful invitation.

"The pleasure would be mine." he assured her, moving to stand next to his seat, though not sitting until she had done so first. At least some of his manners had stayed with him over the years, if anything had.

"Me?" he paused for a second, unsure how to word his answer. Indeed, he had flown in, though his mode of transportation was one of his own, not the plane or aircraft that she currently had in mind. "I flew in from a mountain range a decent ways away, I had been staying there for the summer - and Wing City seemed just the right place to get back into society once more." he finished off, emerald eyes once more finding her own silver ones. "And yourself?" he inquired.

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The male's smile broadened at her joke, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. It had been beautiful when he had first traveled to the mountain, though his reasoning behind being there was not exactly one he had enjoyed in the least. It had taken him well over a year to manage to find the will to journey back into humanity. He only hoped that his strong will stayed as such this time around.

As her coffee arrived, he watched her embrace the mug and couldn't help but be further interested. It was his first time conversing with another in such a long time. Every move she made seemed to be a new experience, though he hoped he managed to contain it enough to not seem creepy.

"A fresh start, hm? All of us need those every once in awhile." he nodded, green orbs glancing away from her and down to his palms, playing with a silver ring on his right middle finger absentmindedly.

"One of the mountain peaks serves to be rather warm, actually. It's a dormant volcano, but you can still feel the heat through the ground." he said, emerald orbs glancing back at her once more, wondering what her take on that bit of information would be.

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With one brow risen, he watched her fidget, amused by her movement. "Indeed, there are." he replied, shifting his body to turn toward her own, so that he didn't have to strain his neck every time he went to look at her.

"If you'd like, I could take you there." he said, pondering it. Wait a second, he had just invited a woman to his one place of serenity. Not only was it absurd, he didn't have very many of the human necessities in his cabin at the moment.

Not only that, but he knew that if he was to take her there, they'd have to stay a few days. He couldn't move that far so quickly as often. He could manage another trip, but not an immediate one back after she had seen it.

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He was taken aback by her sudden eager reply, not having expected a gal like herself to want to go anywhere with a newly acquainted stranger, let alone so far away from her own home. Though he smiled for a moment at how ecstatic she had appeared, though as a look of pain crossed her features, he went still immediately - freezing in place.

Silence.

For a moment, he could hear nothing besides a soft buzzing, his ears quirking up in the slightest as he fought for control of himself, the look of pain taking him by surprise and bringing him to the edge. It took him a moment to recompose himself before he stretched out a hand to help her, comfort her; anything to bring the smile back to her features that was there just a moment ago.

"Iris I-" he began as she started scribbling down her address down on a napkin, placing his hand down over it as she slid it toward him, his emerald gaze following her every move. As he noticed her silver eyes slide to meet his own orbs, he obliged as his brows furrowed together in confusion. What could possibly have gone wrong so quickly?

As the gal stood up to leave, he stood up as well, taking a step in her direction as she began to hurry out the door "Be safe!" he shouted, it being the only thing that came to mind. As the door swung shut, he leaned back against the counter top, left hand coming up to his features to rub both temples softly, closing his eyes. He had almost lost control - what was with him today? Maybe he wasn't ready for this after all.

He picked up the napkin, rubbing his thumb across the sprawled handwriting, what could he possibly do with this? A sigh rumbled from his chest. He was awful with streets and directions.