Setting
The chains rattled loudly in the silence of the forest, somewhat ruining the effect of the bird song over head, the quiet crunching of leaves underfoot, however Camael would do his best to ignore his bonds, if only for a few minutes. As he reached the border of the forest he blinked out onto an open field, a ghost of a smile coming to his lips as he rested his back against a nearby tree, his hand moving to shift aside his ash-colored wings that had long since lost their life.
"This is... Nice." He said almost softly, a tone much different to his normal harsh and defensive one, but when people were alone their true selves came out a little, Camael was no exception.[/co
Her mind was lazily trotting when presently the sound of rattling chains disturbed her, and she looked up suddenly to see just where the noise was coming from. Her eyes met the escaping form of a strange man curiously, then refocused on the grass beneath her feet. "Well," she whispered to herself. "That was odd.."