Ignite: The Archangels Chronicles

Cameron blinked up at Azreal and slowly swallowed. His curly hair was thrown erratically around his head like a golden halo. Picking up the remains of his dignity, he took a deep breath, and stood up. Slowly, brushing the leaves and dirt from his clothes, he thought of the best way to describe what had happened. Well, close enough to what had happened, that is.

Cameron tried to determine how angry she was by just looking at her. Noticing her tunic had multiple little cuts all over it, and a large one right under her left b.r.e.a.s.t, he quickly raised his eyes. Azreal ground out "Any day now." And made a hurried motion with her hand. She must have used her power to dry herself, because the silken raven hair that framed her face was dry.

Finally Cameron brought his eyes up to meet hers. She didn't have a murderous glint in her eyes, so that was good. "Well it's actually a funny story," he chuckled, and scratched the back of his head with a large hand. "I was coming to check on you, and i stumbled in the dark. When i fell, i must have accidentally stepped on a horde of fire ants..." His eyes had turned up into crescents as he spoke his shameful lie. Azreal's eyebrows scrunched together, scrutinizing Cameron. He felt like his insides were turning inside out under the weight of her stare.

Azreal gave him a dubious look and said "And you had no idea I was bathing just a few yards over?" She sounded like she didn't believe him at all, and her posture said she wasn't all that upset about it. Her arms had went across her c.h.e.s.t, but loosely, and she had a small smirk on her sensuous lips.

Cameron took this as a good sign, and gained more confidence, "Well i heard the running water, so I wouldn't say i had no idea.." Azreal's eyebrows flicked up at Camerons bold statement. He suddenly felt nervous at having Azreal's piercing gaze fully focused on him. "That's not to say that i was watching you or anything.." he trailed off looking away, feeling embarrassed, 'he never should have said ? That what was he even thinking?' Caught up in his mental berating, he coughed nervously unsure of what to say, feeling a bit like an fly trapped in a spiders web. She was intoxicating and terrifying.

Azreal blinked over at Cameron unsure if she should whack him upside the head or bust out laughing. She didn't have much experience with flirting, none really. But she was pretty positive that's what Cameron was trying to do. Willing to let this shameless boy have his little lie, she decided to make him sweat just a little bit more, and said "Why were you under a bush though?"

Cameron, now red from the tips of his ears to the base of his throat, stumbled out "When i fell i, um, dropped my flask, and had to retrieve it from under the bush." Not having a story to stick too, his confidence grew just enough to sound exasperated when he said "That's when I was attacked by the devil ants."

Azreal leaned back on a tree and looked pointedly at said flask, securely tied at his hip, and replied "Well I'm glad I arrived just in time to save you and your flask then."

Cameron gulped audibly. "Yeah, thanks." He said awkwardly.

Azreal pushed off the trunk, and said "we should head back to camp, I've been gone too long already."

"Wait!" Cameron fumbled and reached for her arm, but stopped short when she recoiled and looked at his hand as if she might chop it off.

"Um let me give you my tunic" Cameron muttered as he shrugged off the dense material.

Azreal stepped back further and replied shortly " No"

Cameron pushed on, "listen your clothes are torn to pieces, take my tunic. I still have my under shirt." And tossed it over.

Azreal caught his tunic before it could fall in the mud. She looked at it apprehensively, but after examining her own attire decided it was best.

She brought the material over her shoulders as they stared walking back toward camp, the scent from Camerons tunic worked its way up her nose. Like beach wood and camp fires, It gave her a headache.

Angels were a different species than Wielders, Fae, warlocks, ect. Most types of species didn't have mates, and if they did, it was usually magically tied. Angels didn't feel attachment or affection in the same way others did, they had absolutely no s.e.x.u.a.l drive until they found their Mate. Some Angels remain celibate for a millennia until they finally found their soul thread.

So, to have another males scent wrapped around her only further put her on edge. Angels were primal things, prone to animalistic and predatory intent.

Azreal silently wondered to herself 'Cameron couldn't have possibly thought HE was her mate?' She chuckled darkly to herself. Banishing the thought immediately. An angels mate was equal in power to the other, synchronized. Though, sometimes it can be a tricky thing. Like in her parents case an Angel mates with a lesser being. This is very rare but, it happens. Azreal's mother had to fight for every right in her household. That was until she crossed the eternal gardens.

Only an Angel's mate can be pulled up to a true immortal being.

There is a common misunderstanding that an angel will always reproduce another angel. Only if the child shows magic and has enough of a dantain, will they grow wings and become a true angel. The true nature of the soul can be read by the angels blood. If the soul is impure, as my grandparents would say, then the child would have little to no magic, and no wings of any color.

Azreal was always backwards. Everything about her life always went against all odds. You would think she would be used to being hunted down continuously, only ever being able to stay in one spot for a few days, otherwise risk being found out and luring the Death Dealers to a new city to burn.