Tyrael Dracar
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Tyrael glided through the nearly completely open sky. There were some clouds but he didn't mind piercing through them and feel the water droplets cascade down his body. He dried off relatively quickly from his flying but it was something that he surprisingly liked to do. Those in the Spine had heard one of their own, Celestia, had left and made a conscious effort to stay on the surface world. He was the one to be tasked to retrieve her and he had spent days on this. There was a lot of land to cover.
He knew Celestia had an affinity for healing and he had spent the past couple of days tracking anything that resulted in death. From bandit ambushes, official battlefields, or anything else where blood was drawn. It was the one thing he could go off of but he wondered how much longer he would continue this search himself. That's when he passed over a crossroad and saw a carriage flipped over with bloodstains on the ground near it. Tyrael didn't think there would be anything but was still planned to inspect it. He dived from the air before eventually landing softly on his feet near the wreckage as his black wings tucked into his back.
His eyes glanced over to the carriage, seeing the arrows sticking out of the sides and in the ground. Tyrael's attention then went to the ground as he crouched down and dipped two of the fingers in the bloody dirt and thought to himself. Blood. Lots of it. No bodies though. He stood up and rubbed the stain on his fingers and noticed how it was still wet. Recent. Tyrael turned his head toward the carriage and stepped around it until he found at least one body, a man wearing makeshift armor and reeked as if he hadn't bathed in weeks. By the way of his armor and weaponry, most likely a local bandit. A pool of blood was beneath him but that's not what caught the avariel's attention. He took a few steps before he crouched once more and picked up a feather, it was golden in color and much larger than a normal bird. Turning his head in the direction of where the road was going, Tyrael spoke out loud this time as his eyes gazed ahead, "Found you."
He knew Celestia had an affinity for healing and he had spent the past couple of days tracking anything that resulted in death. From bandit ambushes, official battlefields, or anything else where blood was drawn. It was the one thing he could go off of but he wondered how much longer he would continue this search himself. That's when he passed over a crossroad and saw a carriage flipped over with bloodstains on the ground near it. Tyrael didn't think there would be anything but was still planned to inspect it. He dived from the air before eventually landing softly on his feet near the wreckage as his black wings tucked into his back.
His eyes glanced over to the carriage, seeing the arrows sticking out of the sides and in the ground. Tyrael's attention then went to the ground as he crouched down and dipped two of the fingers in the bloody dirt and thought to himself. Blood. Lots of it. No bodies though. He stood up and rubbed the stain on his fingers and noticed how it was still wet. Recent. Tyrael turned his head toward the carriage and stepped around it until he found at least one body, a man wearing makeshift armor and reeked as if he hadn't bathed in weeks. By the way of his armor and weaponry, most likely a local bandit. A pool of blood was beneath him but that's not what caught the avariel's attention. He took a few steps before he crouched once more and picked up a feather, it was golden in color and much larger than a normal bird. Turning his head in the direction of where the road was going, Tyrael spoke out loud this time as his eyes gazed ahead, "Found you."