The group of rebels waited, watching the skies for the dreaded enemies to make their return again. Those who were on guard duty stifled yawns, wishing for their shifts to be over so they could go get drunk with their comrades. While those off duty were wishing for action. The great general and his Commander were on a hilltop currently, beating one another senseless, and using real swords as they battered one another. Bets were being made that the Dark Angel would have to carry Dryakus down due to severed limbs and other sever injuries. Some said he would walk right beside their General.
Earlier that Day, Dark had disappeared only to reappear with a horse driven wagon full of Alcohol. Most the army had yet to be sober since then. And the commanders of the various troops were concerned in case they were attacked. Even Dark and Dryakus were anything but sober, as Dark couldn't walk a straight line or even fly upright for that matter, and Dryakus almost took his own arm off when he challenged The winged man to a dual. Now they fought upon the hill while everyone watched them with amusement, though they couldn't walk earlier, the two could still fight without pause.
Kya Kenkade, one of the Lieutenant Commanders of the fifth platoon, watched as the two fought, Dark hitting his commander with the sword, sending the smaller man flying back into a tree. Dark ran to check on him, and Dryakus got back up and they were at it again. She was upset that most those on duty were as plastered as those not on duty, as well. She smirked as two guards staggered passed her, one being supported by the other and the sounds of vomiting could be heard from the bushes. Some army Dark had put together.
She sighed, it was good for the spirits of the men, and if they did have a battle tonight, then no one would feel the wounds they got. Plus Dark showed he cared, more than she could say for the Cabinet of the Races, who fought when someone not of their race came up with an idea. No one on that council could come up with an idea with out everybody fighting about it. Dark had smacked them all around the other day, threatening to hand the lot of them over to the invaders.
Kya was concerned because there were rumors already circulating about members of the council of morons attempting too off Dark and Dryakus. Neither one of them cared or acted like they cared when the rumors reached their ears. They had laughed hysterically for a few minutes then just shrugged it off. Kya watched them as Dark took too the skies and Dryakus threw fire balls at him, two making contact with a shield Dark threw up at the last moment. Then the two started throwing spells back and forth, and the hill was soon covered in ice, water, upturned earth and charred spots were fire spells had hit, only to be put out by another spells.
Kya shook her head at those two, as Dryakus jumped into the trees to try and catch Dark. She leaned back against a tree hoping the night would be quite, it had been twenty years since she had relaxed under the heavens. The stars were all beautiful, the great fire, a red star burning in the skies, was brighter than it had been before. Ok, maybe it still burned the same as before, she thought to herself as she removed a wayward strand of blond hair from her face. But then again most people didn't come to the surface anymore, and she was a soldier who was forced to stay underground and train troops. Sun Elves hated being underground away from the sun and stars but since Dark went out on his own, with a mass of followers, people were coming up to the surface regularly.
Dark and Dryakus were sitting up in a tree sharing a bottle of drink. Both ignoring the wounds they both had, as it was Dryakus was still dripping blood from a wounded arm. Dark was sporting even more serious damage on his leg, but he ignored it as he swung his foot from the branch he was on. "You know next time we do this, remind me to bring a cleric or something."
"Why D? Isn't it more fun with wounds?" Dryakus giggled like an idiot as Dark splattered his blood on him. "That was sick D. Stop." He laughed as Dark did it again, and tried to dodge the red liquid. Then found himself looking up at the tree, he laughed as he rolled over to get up. Dark jumped down to check on his friend.
"You ok? We should get back to camp and get cleaned up." Dark said as he picked his friend up, holding him closer than a friend really should have. Dark wrapped an arm around the smaller man's waist, he had to admire his Commander. He was short, but well built, with elfish features tainted with human. His hair was black as the night which only brought out his green emerald eyes. He had the high cheek bones and the delicate nose with the almond eyes that were slightly rounded. Dark couldn't help it if this man was beautiful, but Dryakus appeared to not have the same feelings and Dark never broached the subject. He would never do that to his only true friend.
Needless to say no one won that bet that night, as Dryakus and Dark carried each other back into camp. Dark nudged Dryakus when he noticed a set of eyes on them. Dryakus glanced at the taller man, who made it clear where to look without ever making a motion. Dryakus looked up to see Kya smirking at the two of them, he smiled at her. She was beautiful, completely elvin, but she never acted like it. She was one of the few who would even give Dryakus the time of day, were most would just turn their pointy nose up at him, she would smirk at him in amusement.
Dryakus and Dark both walked by her, Dryakus staring into those pools of deep blue. She was so lovely, with that blond hair and those delicate features, she even had full lips so unlike most the elves. He had flirted with her but didn't really get anywhere, she was always working, never giving either of the sexes a chance. He so wanted to kiss her but she would never let him, let alone anyone, get too close.
"You could send her flowers you know Dryak. Maybe some chocolates." Dark whispered to him after they had passed her, Dryakus craning his head to look at her while she relaxed under the stars and tilted her head back on the tree she stood under. Dark always felt jealous of her, she could gain Dryakus's attention in ways he could not, though he wished he could. He hated being attracted to men in a world that would scorn such an affair. He had always liked men more than women, men being a challenge to conquer, where most women would just swoon over him.
"If I send her chocolates she would probably hunt me down and smack me for trying to get her fat." Dryakus retorted, which was probably true. He had to admit, having the reputation of a womanizer wasn't exactly helping him out with the elf, but he tried. Last time he had sent her flowers she had thrown them away, stating that she would have nothing to do with anyone. He would have jumped off a cliff save for the fact Dark had slapped him on the back and told him to try harder next time. Which he did, to no avail. No matter what he did she turned him a cold shoulder.
Dark laughed at his friend. He was so stupid sometimes. They went to his tent, which they shared. Dryakus dropped Dark unceremoniously onto the floor, who landed with a thunk. Dryakus sat down at the table in his favourite chair, he looked over the map with the battle plans and etc on it. Dark would have given the world to kiss him right then, even if he was sober, though he may not have the restraint he had now. "Maybe you should write her a poem and proclaim your love."
Dryakus looked over at his friend who was sitting crossed legged in the floor with a growing pool of red underneath him. Dryakus grinned, shook his head and pointed as he spoke. "Maybe you should do something about that wound before you bleed to death first."
Dark looked down and grinned at himself, though no one could see his features under the big hat with the three feathers, each one a different colour, white, gold and black. Then there was the high collared jacket he always wore, but no matter Dryakus always seemed to know what his expression was without seeing his face. "I like to make people ponder how I can bleed so much and not drop dead. It's amusing." Dark responded as his wound was instantly healed and no damage was done. Even his attire looked clean and crisp, the holes and burn marks were even gone. That was if the colour black could ever look clean, it did.
Dryakus snorted at Dark, who always did that. He wouldn't heal himself unless he felt like it. After all he was fallen from grace and could no longer heal those around him, only his self. He felt sorry for his friend, it was his fault Dark had fallen and they were both exiled from their home. He did his all to serve the older man and make him happy, but D was never happy like he once was. "We should get some rest, it will be a long day again tomorrow."
Dark nodded as he stood up and went to lay down on his side of the tent, on the big pile of pillows he called a bed. He curled up on the pillows, looking strangely like a cat as he unfurled his Black wings and used them as a blanket. Just like he did every night, and then a moment later he was softly snoring, it sounded almost like purring. Dryakus shook his head at his commanding officer, he was definitely unique. In fact that was one of the reasons that he wasn't really like this back on the old world. He drank way too much now, and was never sober, but he wasn't like most when he got drunk, he still acted like a person who couldn't walk straight. Like he still had control and was clear headed unlike most who couldn't even tell up from down.
Dryakus thought a moment, A poem hunh. He thought for a few moments thinking about how to start a poem off. He wasn't a writer. He sighed in defeat, and went to his bed roll, which thankfully wasn't a pile of pillows. He flopped down and decided to get some rest as he listened to the sounds of a drunk encampment outside the tent.
He briefly wondered what Dark looked like now that he had fallen, he hadn't seen the man's features since that day because he always wore that hat and the jacket with a high collar on it. Only thing he had to go on was the fact he caught glimpses of gold skin, it was really eerie, and since D had white wings before his disgrace, they were now black. He wondered if D still looked the same, Dark, he corrected himself. He was Dark now. He drifted to nothingness with that last thought.