Too late to look back

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Wisteria hid behind Sphaleres' robes, after shooting a threatening look at the boy that was looking in her direction. She didn't like that, him just staring at her. How presumptous. She knotted her fingers in the black cloth and pulled it up to hide her face in it.

Sphaleres slowed when he felt the girl take hold of his robe, looking cautiously left to right. "What is it?" he asked in a listless tone, his breath appearing in clouds of frost.

"He's staring at me." A hand loosened from the robes, a finger pointed at the boy who lost interest in the girl and was walking away.

"He is nothing," the icy clouds faded by the third word, he reached a hand behind him to clasp her tiny hand. "Come along."

Wisteria let go of the robe, smiled up at Sphaleres and clapped her other hand over his. She lifted his hand above her head, twirling around to his side, her gauzy skirts and faded purple hair spinning. When he began walking she sprung after him, taking broad leaping strides to keep up with his steps. "Marren Sphaleres," she said, giggling a little and taking one hand off his to cover her mouth. "Do you think they will follow us here?"

"Yes."

"We'll just kill this group too right?" Wisteria grins, lets go of Sphaleres' hand and jumps a few paces ahead of him. Her hands on the hems of her skirts to keep them from flaring up too much.

"Try not to fight your battles ahead of time Wisteria. They will dissapoint you."

"I won't be dissapointed," she turns, walking backwards on the balls of her feet. "I can't lose as long as I'm fighting with you."

<center>Sphaleres Tanna. Age 35. Height: 5'9". Hair: white. Eyes: pale blue. Pureblooded. Ite of Ice. Branded with Ice's mark. Pale and cold as his Ite, in both color and temperment. Might still be wearing his robes. Wisteria Tanna. Age: 8. Height: 3'4". Hair: light purple. Eyes: dark red. Pureblooded. Ite unknown. Unbranded. Very charming features, shouldn't be far from Sphaleres. Nothing is known of her temperment.
By edict of Tron Eastran, Lord of the Golden Stars, Wisteria Tanna is to be slain with extreme prejudice. Sphaleres is to be taken alive if possible, killed if capturing prooves too difficult. Approach with extreme caution.</center>

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Crumpled tightly within the pale grasp of Kamiel's hands, a piece of parchment with images of two beings sketched upon it and information jotted below them. Months had passed and there hadn't been a sign or report on his twin brother Ramiel. What a menacing task tracking him was becoming. And the whole while he was playing the role of the little outcast of Serendipity. It wasn't his home, why should he fit in in the first place?

Cold black eyes scanned over the paper; a male and young girl. Hm, couldn't be all that difficult to take into the authorities. Yes, he had noticed the fair warnings that had been boldly standing out against the rest of the writing. Kamiel didn't seem to pay any heed to them. Though it was unlike him to not take precaution when warned to, something needed to comsume the time that he'd otherwise have been wasting away. And the locals weren't all that friendly to the Dark Angel to begin with.

Had to be something to do with those midnight black wings of his. They truly were not all that easy to conceal. Even with his stature, it was difficult and consumed tremendous amounts of energy just to hide and reveal them. Too much of a hassle he came to the conclusion of.

"Hm," was the only noise that was emitted from him, raising his eyes from the parchment to compare the faces of those who he could see. They couldn't be far, this was where they were said to be headed. Birds have a way of not being completely exact with details; let a lone remembering everything to the exact wording they were given in the first place. What a hassle.

A whisp of light purple struck his attention, glaring through the tips of black strands of hair that fell before his face. He was certain this time around. No way was he going to make the same mistake again. And . . . Ah! There was someone with the purple haired being. An average height male, appearingly, definitively not taller than Kamiel. For 6'3", he was a monster and very thin yet well built and tough. The height must've made him stand out too much for the locals. Yeah, that's what he kept telling himself.

Sneaking would be difficult for him, but he'd manage by some strange string of luck. What other option was there for him to take. To the very best of his ability, he trailed after the young feminine and her older male companion, trying to keep a low profile which was highly difficult. He knew nothing about these two other than what that parchment told him, or what it was they were wanted for. But hell, it was something to do. And by God he was going to die from boredom if that was even possible for a creature like him.

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Wisteria continues to walk backwards, her hands clasped behind her back. Eyes trailing over the other people, then back to Sphaleres, walking with his hands tucked in his voluminous sleeves. He was looking straight ahead, ignoring the masses.

The girl chews her lip and looks back at the crowd. Sphaleres was like that, always moving from point A to point B with no time for distractions. If such a concept was possible for him, all the time he spent focused on a future goal seemed to make him aware of other parts of the future. Knowing whether or not something would happen, like the first night Eastran's troops found them.

Wisteria clenches her hands together tightly, pushes the thoughts aside and continues to look through the crowd. The city was full of interesting looking people. People with high pointed ears, people that were part beast, people with wings like a bird. Wisteria's eyes linger on the bird winged man. She's always been interested in tall people. Not many Migranine reached six feet, those that did had little Blood. With this man, his wings held most of her attention. Big feathered wings that were like that painting.

Sphaleres stops, watches a woman balance a parcel and run across the road. Watches Wisteria's eyes widen a bit. Watches the girl stop, only to have the woman change her course slightly, her elbow hitting Wisteria's shoulder. Watches Wisteria fall on her side and notices the gleam of sunlight on the silver darts strapped to her thigh.

A blush only a shade darker than her hair burns across Wisteria's face. She pushes herself back up, tosses the hem of her skirts over the darts and scowls at the retreating woman. That halfblind twit. Wisteria reaches down to brush the dust off her skirts and looks up at Sphaleres. She should have been able to get out of the way.

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Despite trying to keep hidden amongst the people, he was drawing an awful lot of attention to himself. Crouching had hurt his back and caused those black velvet-like feathered wings of his to hit people shorter than him upside the head. Ramiel was the one that would've been trying to hide and be unseen; Kamiel the one strutting his stuff down the street without a care. And yet here that Dark Angel was ducking and diving for cover like a lunatic. Dang, it was just great for self-esteem, now wasn't it?

He could feel the stares upon him, his right eye slightly closing so he didn't take in the seemingly revolting glare he was getting from an old woman at a fruit stand. She didn't like angels, did she? Maybe he'd stop and ask her what she was staring at, what her problem was. Nah, that wasn't like him at all. And it really wasn't worth losing a limb and getting pummeled with fruit to find out the answer.

Letting out a sigh, he stood himself up right, standing a wonderful foot above most of the females, and half a foot over the males. How sad, he was a sore thumb in the lot. His eyes closed somewhat as he let a nervous smile appear on his lips before looking up. That gaze of his met with that purple haired girl's, the one that he had been watching with that man. Now she was watching him. Great, she had spotted him, yet didn't seem to know exactly what he was up to. Boy scout medal for him.

Kamiel was about to turn his gaze the other way until he watched the woman bump into the girl, knocking her down. And those dark eyes of his immediately latched their focus onto the shimmering silver darts that were on the girl's thigh. Ah ha! Armed and the one that was on that piece of parchment he had moments before. If he allowed them slip away after having seen that, it'd be easily uncovered that he wasn't a true knight of thie kingdom. And he'd have a hell of a lot of crap to deal with back in Heaven as well. God just wasn't nice lately with all the stuff that was being piled on top of him.

Making his way somewhat outside of the group he had been within, his eyes were locked tight and fixed on that girl, but he didn't forget to make check that the man was still standing there every few moments. It was now or never. If the parchment he had read was completely truthful, then those two had to be taken care of one way or another.

"You all right?" his low, calm voice came up behind the girl as he stopped walking away from the crowd towards her, a distance of maybe four feet between him and the two. Good distance, enough to avoid any attack and yet make one in return. But the first approach to it all, "Make like friends then arrest." If that failed, he'd go with the backup plan . . . Which he hadn't come up with yet. He was taking it as it came.

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Wisteria looks back at the person addressing her, the winged man. He has to be addressing her, she fell and people usually ask about others when something happens to them. Like falling. This was not good. She drew attention. Her eyes widen and she looks up at Sphaleres. Sphaleres is looking at the man, looking him up and down with no emotion showing.

"I am fine," she says. She must act as normal as possible now that she's drawn attention to herself. What would a girl do in such a situation? She doesn't know. She was never the one to stick around and watch someone who fell. Looking back at Sphaleres isn't the right thing to do, it would look suspicious. She goes with her gut instinct.

"Can... can I touch your wings?" Nervous, her voice is hopelessly nervous. Hands clutched at her chest. That might be good. Not everyone liked to be touched. A question like that couldn't be asked with boldness. If he doesn't let her touch his wings maybe he'll back off and leave them alone. If he does then she'll be close enough to attack him if he's a foe. This is what she hopes, what she prepares for.

Sphaleres walks the few steps that seperate Wisteria and himself and casually lays a hand against her back, a finger quick to tap a word out in code: Careful. The girl has drawn a bit too much attention to herself, a few passersby are staring. Watching the winged man, watching Wisteria, a few on him even. All curious to see how the little drama will work out. Surely one of them has seen his finger moving on Wisteria's back. They're already a few steps behind in keeping inconspicuous, but that illusion began fading as soon as Wisteria fell. The trick now was to get it back up without anyone realizing they were scrambling to do so.

He chuckles, almost sounds like he's being sarcastic. "You don't have to humour her, she's a spoiled child."