Angels & Demons
Leather wings sliced through the moisture rich clouds, the speed of the blur caused bits of cloud to trail after in thin wisps. Flying was euphoric, something not often done in modern times, wind whipped his rich brown hair, causing it to dance in the warm golden sun that hung high up in the sky. A halo of light, a constant reminder of what Connor had forsaken so long ago as his dark brown wings spanned out, dark brown feathers layered over the upper portion of the wings like a cape. They were expansive, stretching out a good deal and stroking downward to propel the deviant angel higher up into the skin. Using such strength was exhilarating, to no longer hide under the guise of a human, he was allowed to finally flaunt his power.
However, this was no Sunday flight as he turned to look over his shoulder, his whip like tail lashing around behind him with its barbed tip dangerously brushing along his skin. Chasing after him was his hunter, an angel with lighter brown feathers bursting through the cloud in an explosion instead of the omega demon's elegant slice. Mirth danced over Connor's dark brown eyes as he managed to stay just out of reach of his pursuer. A carefree laugh bubbled up from him as he gave a lopsided smile at the angel chasing after him, the sunlight glistening off the sheen of saliva coating his small but dangerously sharp canines, promising a threat within them.
His amusement didn't last long as he crashed what felt like a brick wall, causing him to nearly fall as his leathery wings floundered but a pair of strong arms curled about him. Snapping his head back to the front, he locked gazes with the ethereal gray eyes of the second hunter. The archangel who had also been chasing after him, with his gaze that made Connor's tail curl tightly around one of his thighs. He sucked in a quick breath as his heart sped up as he waited for the bite he'd danced away from for years upon years. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, catching the Arch Angel's attention. Connor could smell the overwhelming scent of arctic air fresh off a mountain, threatening to push away all his protests.
His eyes widened, slitted pupils constricting with the rising desire as he watched those lips peel back revealing the thick and dangerously sharp teeth of the apex before him. He couldn't resist the silent command to tilt his head back a little to expose his throat, his wings going limp. It didn't matter, the massive black wings of the arch angel kept them aloft with ease, the edges of the feathers fringed with white, making the contrast stark and even more stunning. However, before those teeth could even grace his tainted freckled skin, something crashed from beneath them, sending the demon and arch angel careening wildly into the air.
Connor soon found himself free of the arch angel's alluring presence, giving a shake of his head to clear his thoughts the moment the brown winged angel was upon him. He didn't have the same allure over him but that didn't mean Connor was completely immune to him. He quite liked the brutishness this angel possessed, the fiery determination that reminded Connor of a wilder version of himself as they fell tangled together. He could feel the epsilon's face bury against his neck, taking in the sweet scent of nectar from the omega that drove both the angels mad over the years of Connor evading them time and time again. This time would be no different.
One of Connor's draconic-esque wings moved, using the two taloned fingers on the knuckle joint to grab one of the angel's wings tightly. With a harsh jerked from it and a shove of his clawed hands against the unsuspecting epsilon's chest, Connor tore him free, tossing him aside as he twisted his own body to angel himself to dive. His wings folding and tucking close to his body to make himself as streamlined as possible as he hurtled back towards earth. The act of free falling spiked his adrenaline, giving him a certain sort of high that he couldn't obtain from mortal drugs. However, this wouldn't shake his hunters for long.
As he broke from the cloud cover once more, he looked over to his right to see the angel with the wings of a hawk diving beside him, golden brown eyes focused on him, just as entranced by the free fall as he was. Then he turned his head to his left, spying the dark winged arch angel falling with a certain sort of elegant grace as if it were no consequence to him. Though his unearthly silvery eyes watched him out from under hooded eyelashes with the same heated focus. It was only a matter of time before one attacked, they only had a limited amount of time as the city scape of Detroit grew larger and clearer the closer the fell.
However, Connor focused his gaze on the city and tucked his wings closer to pick up speed as the two angels drew closer and closer. They were almost upon him when the skyscrapers reached Connor and in that split moment, his wings snapped out, carving through the air and using his momentum to slice through the narrow gap between a pair of towered buildings. The clawed tips of his wings lightly scraped over the glass harmlessly as he easily made his way through. It caused the two angels to back off since they had been beside him and would end up crashing into each other if they tried to chase after Connor.
He glanced over his shoulder as he stretched his wings out, gliding between the buildings with ease, having no fear as humans couldn't see him like this. At least not most of them anyways. When Connor didn't see the angels behind him, he narrowed his eyes, knowing this game all too well as he turns to observe his surroundings, waiting for one to show himself. He didn't have to wait long as something barreled into him from beneath, only one angel would use such a brute tactic. Connor hissed out between his bared teeth as hands grasped at his wrists, but they were still tumbling wildly through the air. Their wings fighting against each other in attempts to stabilize but it was too late to regain height as they crashed into the grassy expanse of a park, tumbling wildly over each other in a fight for control and dominance.
There was no real violence to be had in this game though, Connor was all too familiar with this angel as the subtle scent of leather and grease reached his nose. Still though, he couldn't make it too easy, especially if Collin wanted to play rough as he liked to do. However, they both stilled, Collin's hand caught in Connor's mouth while Collin had Connor pinned on the ground. A shadow grew to block out the light, signifying one thing, the alpha had finally joined the fray. Collin turned his head to Conrad who landed in a graceful job before the two of them, making the epsilon bristled a bit in challenge as usual.
And as usual, Connor took advantage by curling his leathery wing between there bodies and shoving out and to the side, sending the unsuspecting Collin crashing into the equally unsuspecting Conrad. Connor pushed himself up into the air, his wings easily keeping him aloft as he gazed down at the two angels trying to regain their feet.To taunt the two while they were down, Connor turned his head and bared a bit of the back of neck which was smooth and pristine, without the claiming mark the two angels had been struggling to place on the omega deviant angel for years now. However, Connor proved time and time again that he was too wily for the two of them.
"Maybe next time, for now I win this game of hunter versus hunted."