Illuminating Life Quotes

[Original] All the arms we need are for hugging [R]

Title: All the arms we need are for hugging
Wordcount: 7091
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta: lisachanoando (and also for the first half) fedykaulitz
Rating: R
Characters: Iatho, Noah, Lord Zenir, Garkos, vampires, angels, wizards and knights
Pairing: Iatho / Noah
Genre : Introspective, Romance, Drama, War, Fantasy
Alerts: slash, violence, angst.
Notes: This story is clearly inspired by the environment in which it is doing COW-T maridichallenge and fiumidiparole , and refers to the first week of play, during which the Seer (who is quoted here, but it's not my character) has shown to representatives of four factions that the only way to determine who commands is beat the living daylights.
Of course this is my free interpretation of the matter, I do not know whether the three directors had in mind a world like this, I've only fantasized about it for fun and to prune points for the home team Vampire (prompt: War).
Iatho and Noah were born while I was talking with lisachanoando , although at the time were different, nameless more round and less epic for sure, but we know that the ways of writing are endless, and then, as usual, they did what they wanted.
Summary: "After that the Seer has revealed that there can be no peace between the four nations, a vampire has to defend his own feelings as well as the lives of his fellow men."


All the arms we need are for hugging

In the flickering light of candles, the room seemed to move.
Iatho watched the shadows to open and close on the walls like the breath of some huge beast that had swallowed them and in whose entrails had been reduced to living to escape the light of day.
Beyond the window, the subsoil and ash stretched off for miles, the horizon lit only by a light milky and opaque, pale reflection of the glory of the sunset was happening on the surface. He tried to imagine that the sun dipped behind the mountains to be engulfed by darkness that they would hide until dawn, but did not know how accurate were his fantasies.
"is not poetic?" He said, without turning. "For half the day we are custodians of a star that we are not allowed to see. "
" Why do we kill it, "said the brisk figure behind her, motionless in the doorway.
Iatho just smiled. He turned to look at his guest and then returned to looking out the window. "Not you, Garkos. His light. "
" In my eyes there is not much difference, "said the other, dismissing the speech before it became one of the usual endless discussions that, in most of every opportunity, they risked to kill boredom. Took a few steps forward into the room and stood behind him. "Lord Zenir is back. Why were not you meeting? "
" Because I had no reason, "said Iatho, bending his head to strike impertinent a look that betrayed his age much more the appearance still tragically human. They subsequently took us at least another two centuries before the paint completely abandon the cheeks and lips, and eyes lose that spark of life that, like a star, long dead, still continued to shine unaware of their state. The tough life that persisted even after death. For many was a tragic but romantic aspect in which to soak up the image that satisfy the world of vampires had to Garkos was only a nuisance, and the main reason why only a few of the youngest survived long enough to gain experience.
"Lord Zenir visited the Seer and reported news of the utmost importance," he insisted patiently.
Iatho sighed, bowing his head. "It's not hard to imagine," he said.
"Iatho-"
"Garkos," made him the verse, wearily. They looked for a long moment and then Iatho dropped his shoulders and sat on the back of the window, as if suddenly he had no desire to maintain that attitude. "Next, say it."
"The Seer says that we fight."
Iatho shook her head down. "Moreover, the war has brought us to victory. Why not continue? "
Garkos ignored that comment ironic, attributing it to his young age and also healthy dose of audacity which had always possessed. I just hope that sooner or later overflows inappropriately against those who would not accepted. "Zenir Lord wants you in his guard," he points out, so it was clear what was expected of him.
Iatho nodded. "I'll be there, do not worry."
had with Lord Zenir a debt dating back to its creation, and felt a respect for him - if you really could not talk about love - which drove him to do his bidding although not always shared goals. At first it was exciting fight, in life had been a knight, or at least was going to be before they bite, the battle had been all his life. But now, with over two hundred years behind that had never expected to live, the idea of a war not so much the more exalted. He was tired. He fought, of course, because the Lord Zenir wanted, but did not see the utility and would not forget to tell him as soon as they had seen.
Garkos nodded, satisfied. "Your contribution will be essential ..."
"Yes, I know," snapped Iatho. "As always." He looked up at the sky and shook the head, sliding down from the window to return bored. The other vampire
darkened. "We will start tomorrow at sundown," he said gruffly, but there was something in the sadness of Iatho which prevented him to stay angry with him for too long. The put a hand on his shoulder in a kind gesture. "You better rest, you will need to be strong."
Iatho nodded and looked on the last glimmer of sunset that makes the light slightly whiter. The darkness outside was almost complete.

*

In the angelic realm, the night was not really dark, but dotted with small stars and the moon was always full, a huge and powerful disc, that enveloped everything in its milky light and reassuring. Yet she also had its shadow, and they were deeper, darker and frightening than the day. Looking at them it seemed that, to let go in them, in the dark could also disappear for ever.
Noah he was scared and intrigued all. The quiet stillness of the night drew him like a magnet, but never walked in the shadows, made him shudder. His steps were following the trail of stars that had over his head, like that of candle flames made him feel less alone as he crossed the forest of race on the border.
The perimeter was patrolled by the army under the command of Hashmallim, the Dominions, and no one was allowed to pass through the doors after dark angels, but Iatho taught him how to use the dead time of the passage of the guards to move undisturbed.
Noah knew that something was wrong and that he should not do it, but was also aware that Iatho had taught him many other things that violate rules, and therefore argued that it is regret for the little things it was no use if it then was the worst, and for those unable to repent. It was a bad angel, he knew that too.
reached the end of the woods, and then looked around to make sure that there was no one. When he was sure that the guard who had just turned the corner continued on his way, opened his wings and slammed a few times to shake the torpor before soar and surpass the high jump with a wall. The slowly closed as soon put his feet on the grass on the other side, and looked around apprehensively.
Outside the kingdom, was always nervous. Everything seemed more hostile without the light of God
"Looking for someone?"
winced, spun around but did not have time to see who had spoken so the wings were closed immediately around his body, protect it. The air was suddenly saturated with negative energy, it was like being bombarded by so many small electric shocks, can overcome the barrier of his wings and get under the skin. From behind the screen of his feathers felt amused but polite laughter, and then a light caress him ruffled. "Noah, I am," said the voice. "Open."
Noah opened its wings very slowly and then carefully folded behind his back before finally raising her blue eyes on the person before him. Her tight blond curls swung as springs. "Hello, Iatho."
The vampire performed in half wry smile, trying not to laugh. "Hello to you," he said.
Noah continued to feel his energy on the skin, and it was just as attracted to and frightened by the night. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but instinct kept him away, so did not move. A Noah seemed to stand still for a long time. He felt the muscles tense and my legs were shaking for almost want to take a step left in half and prevented by the certainty that the force had called him dangerous. Follow your heart was a complicated issue when the instinct and logic told you the exact opposite, and seemed to improve with time. At each meeting, if only for looks, was always the same history.
Iatho still smiling. Informed by a quiver imperceptibly louder than the others, opened their arms to welcome him at the exact when Noah gave him and threw him, hiding his face in his chest. "I never thought that tonight would not come," he said in a moan.
Iatho ran his fingers through his blond curls, laying a kiss on top of the head. "Why should not I?" Churches.
"Because we are at war!" Said Noah, moving away, but without going too far. She wrapped her fingers around the straps of his white shirt.
Iatho felt it tremble, for vehemence or did not know whether to fear, but knowing it was more likely the latter. For it was inconceivable that perfect creatures like the angels who had the opportunity and honor to watch the face of God, should live in a constant state of panic. Led him to believe that Heaven is not so different from the wilderness in which he lived, where it was easy to make mistakes and having to pay the consequences. And that was profoundly wrong. More than one certainty - that there was infinite love in heaven - that is crumbling.
"Technically," she said taking his hand and sitting with him in the grass. "We're still at war. Not until tomorrow night, at least. "
Noah looked down with a small groan. Settled on the white tunic and trousers clung more beside Iatho. It was cold away from home. "Fighting?"
Noah had the smell and warmth of living things, but it was not at all like humans. Everything about him was more intense and lively. His heart was beating at a rate completely different and his blood was more dense, flowing slowly. Iatho could follow with your fingers the path under the skin, while absent-mindedly stroked her neck. "I do not have much choice," he said.
"This time I will be there, 'said Noah.
The vampire leaned over him, surprised. "What?" Churches upset. "What are you doing here?"
angelic hierarchies were very stiff, and the tip of the pyramid to the base of the tasks were determined with extreme precision. Noah had never fought, he was a guardian angel - or at least Iatho believed - and not for him to take the field.
"The situation is desperate, "the angel said, shrugging his shoulders without finding the strength to turn towards him. "The seer says there is no other solution than war, and you outnumber us for centuries now."
That's because an angel was very difficult to destroy but to create it as it was, so did not lose many elements, but if it happened, it was impossible to replace them for decades.
"You're not a warrior," he said, shaking his head.
Noah laughed, filling the air with a sound that should have been precluded Iatho. "No, not at all," sat on his back, turning her face towards him. "But it's like you said: I do not have much choice."
"You ..."
"refuse? I am not allowed. "
" Escape, "Iatho ran the shot. "Not everyone will fight and certainly will not have trouble finding someone who can hide. You're an angel, at least this should serve you something. "
gaze with which Noah looked at was full of tenderness. "You would?" Churches. "Would you leave your brothers in trouble?" When he was human
and little more than a boy, the village of Iatho had been attacked by vampires. The inhabitants had sought refuge in the church, not realizing that its walls could do little for them. He had seen them attack, had not yet come, he could escape, but the inside was its people, and so remained. He had stayed to fight until the vampire had not overwhelmed. Some time later, when everything he knew about himself had stopped counting in order to leave room for his vampire nature, had done the same thing. He always stopped to death that someone might hurt their fellow men, whatever. Its values were always the same, it was changed the perspective from which only looked at the situation. "No," he admitted. "I would never do."
"Then you know what I feel," Noah concluded, his voice gentle.
"You could die," he said, glum.
"I or another, it makes no difference," Noah sighed. "We all have the same opportunities."
Iatho snorted. "Except the ones with the flaming sword who have more," he said sarcastically. "You should not fight."
"Why not me? What have I in me than my brothers? "Noah smiled. "I have no right to be saved in spite of all the others."
"The others do not care," he murmured Iatho.
"And me?" Asked the angel, extending a hand to stroke his cheek.
Iatho surrendered to the caress, the warmth he tried with his lips and kissed the palm of his hand, hesitating on the tender flesh of the wrist. "Of you I care, however," inspired deeply.
feel the blood pulsing against her lips, just below the surface, and I leaned over the open mouth, making a bid and touching it with sharp fangs.
"Foul plan," Noah whispered softly, when he sought his permission, the vampire with dark eyes and heavy breathing. The angel closed her eyes while Iatho sank his teeth into his wrist. The two bites the torn snort a surprise that turned into a groan of pleasure when the other began to drink.
The pain of the bite immediately slipped out of his body along with blood and there remained nothing but the desire hot and strong that he took him in the stomach and between her legs where it would not have, which made him shake his fingers convulsively around the fabric of his shirt against tirarselo as possible. Gave up on him while he is Iatho pressed his arm with both hands, looked pale vampire's neck and rubbed it against his nose, cheek and mouth. Moaned something unintelligible, and hid her face against his chest, calling him by name.
Iatho potergli stopped before hurting and Noah sat up awkwardly, his claws clasped the shoulders and neck, covering his mouth with his own research some kind of satisfaction, as inadequate. Covered him with kisses hysterical taste his own blood, as long as that heat could not leave him a bit 'at a time until completely esting.
Iatho helped him return to sit in the grass beside him. "Everything okay?" Churches watching closely. With the eyes of blacks and the shiny new head cocked to one side looked like a bird of prey.
Noah nodded, shaking her curls. "My heart beats fast," he said.
"My beats," Iatho shrugged.
"I feel it." Noah smiled, supporting an open hand on his chest. It was an almost imperceptible sound, but now there. It would have been nice to not be the only one to consider it a minor miracle.
In theory, every step taken towards Iatho was wrong, but what ensued was always pleasant. Noah had learned to live with the contradiction, but still did not understand it.
Somewhere, a clock announced five in the morning. Iatho looked at the strip of light colored horizon. "I gotta go."
He got to his feet and then held out his hand to help him do the same. Noah wiped by the blades of grass and pulled her sleeves well because of his tunic covered their signs.
Iatho pressed him on long, smelling her perfume. Then he untied the blue belt he held in his life and took it with him. "Tomorrow, look for me on the battlefield," ordered him staring straight into my eyes and when he turned his eyes away, shook it firmly. "Noah, do you understand? Look for me. There I tied to the wrist. "
The angel smiled. "He's going as it should go," he said.
"Noah!"
"Good luck," and wished him with one last kiss before pushing away from you. "Go now, the sun is rising."
Iatho looked at the horizon was becoming clearer, and looked at Noah who smiled, knowing that he had no intention of seeking the next day. He clenched his fists and then had to run away before the dawn plucked him away from the underground.
would go as it was right that he went, as long as he wanted it.




* If the dawn drained them of all power, the sunset gave it back, as if to live at night after the death were to deliver that breath of life in pledge a day, at bedtime.
Iatho troops watched over the plain vampiric stand in absolute silence. None of them was wearing a real armor - that they would be hindered in their movements, making it useless for other angels with arrows that pierce anything - but only a sort of rugged armor covering his chest to avoid the direct hits of blade to the heart, which would put an end to their lives almost instantly.
Iatho was tying his own, when Garkos already approached him on a war footing, he would not be surprised to discover that he awoke before the others, allowing the sun, and he was ready for hours. "Health Iatho," he said stiffly, and then sigh, raising his eyes to heaven and help to bind the shell well.
"I could do it alone," protested the younger vampire.
"Sure, and get yourself killed," said Garkos, pulling the straps and doing it forcefully jump. "The armor must be connected in such a way as to fit and move with it. If you leave a space, will use it by impalement. "
Iatho did not answer but ended up clinging to the table before him, happy to not have to breathe. He watched the red band sunset on the horizon, the sun had not fallen at all. It lacked half an hour, maybe more. He had no wish to fight. He had had during past wars, he did not now that this is infinite perspective. At one time they fought, pending a solution. Now that the Seer had revealed that there were not, everyone would have stopped looking and would merely have to fight to exterminate each other. The problem was that he did not believe that this would never happen. Year after year, humans continue to be born and to be trained to become knights or mages, and most of them was turned into a vampire. As angels, they could lose but died soon, and so there would always be.
"Zenir Lord wants to see you before the battle," he announced Garkos, interrupting his thoughts and made up deferring to his side, his hands behind his back.
Iatho who tested the straps of the armor, then tied her hair in a long black tail. "I will go to him immediately," he said. He was about to leave when he realized that would not have had time to talk again with Garkos before the attack. So he shook her shoulder and nodded his head. "Bring home the heart," wished him.
"Bring home the heart too," said the eldest.
Zenir Lord was still in his room because he had to cross Iatho half of the camp to join his tent and be greeted by growling unfriendly guard of two soldiers who controlled the entry and who obviously had not been warned that now he was one of them.
instinctively bared fangs and began to growl as well. One of the guards stepped forward in his direction, flexing your fingers ready to jump in my throat, if necessary.
Zenir Lord was evidently attracted by the low noise and constant coming from their throats, because it appeared pushing the edges of the tent. "What's happening here?" Churches, wading all three. The two guards and you Iatho ricomposero.
"Sir, the boy would have disturbed you."
"Let them go," he ordered gruffly. "From now on, he is part of the guard."
The two behemoths stepped aside and Iatho passed among them with his eyes darker than when he arrived. When he entered, Lord Zenir was sitting behind his desk. "Forgive Iatho," she apologized. "I am a bit ' too apprehensive. "
" They do their job, "he said, looking around. The tent was big enough, but completely bare apart from the table and two chairs. Lord Zenir had not stayed there, he thought Iatho no particular reason. Even the earth was moved. "And I'll do that too, apparently. Why do I want in a watch? "
The head vampire sighed thoughtfully. "I want you on my side," he said finally.
"You want to keep an eye on," she corrected with Iatho half wry smile.
"I want you do not happen at all, "says Zenir.
Iatho looked up to heaven. "This is not my first battle, nor the first war. I will manage it. "
" What we expect is unlike anything we've ever faced before, Iatho, "insisted Lord Zenir conciliatory tone. "This is not a war but a massacre. The angels will be more aggressive. "
" And so do we. "
Zenir closed his eyes for a moment. "Iatho, please, do not have to prove anything to anyone. "
The vampire let out a disappointed growl. "I do not need anybody's help" he said, firmly. "And especially not yours."
Zenir Lord did not take, even gave him a friendly smile and slightly softened. "I did not understand why you persist in refusing my patronage," he said incredulously. "You would not be neither the first nor the last to have the protection of a vampire older than you."
"It's not the security problem" said badly Iatho, crossing his arms to his chest and looking elsewhere.
Zenir Lord looked at him a bit 'of regret. "Far be it from me to diminish your value in the eyes of others," he sighed, lowering his shoulders. "There is no confidence in your abilities that you want in a watch. But neither would trust my life to people incapable. "
Iatho not answered. It is locked in a fierce and stubborn silence, clenching her jaw and staring at a point behind the other vampire.
Zenir Lord remained for minutes waiting for some sign of openness on his part but not arrived, so in the end we gave up. "Have you fed?" Churches.
seems that the rosy cheeks of Iatho so you did more intense. "Yes," he said, his eyes still fixed on that tiny speck on the fabric of the curtain blowing in the wind.
"When?"
"Yesterday," he said. His thoughts went back to the previous night and the stars in the sky above the city sky. The blood of Noah was the most powerful of human blood, and much stronger. Infusion of the grace of God, bore the miracle, even minimally, so its effects were longer lasting and more concrete. After all, the highest levels had the power of the resurrection and vampires were dead, could not be more simple than that. Iatho would feel powerful and invincible for two more days, without meeting the need to eat again before another five. Although it was almost never hunger to push him to drink from Noah.
"You should eat again before the battle," insisted Lord Zenir. "You have to be strong."
"I am," she reassured him.
Lord Zenir watched him carefully. He noticed the pink skin and eyes alive. Even his lips did not look rough and ingrinzito that usually heralded the thirst but they were full and red and shiny, as if they were wet. His eyes lingered on her wrists and lean on the blue cloth that was tied tightly around one of them. Everything was clear now. The younger vampire
challenged his gaze not withdrawing her hand.
"Iatho ..." murmured Zenir without any anger in his voice, but the same trace of fatigue that he brought with him from the beginning of that discussion. "I thought we had already spoken."
"We did it."
Zenir Lord suddenly struck his fist on the desk. Iatho winced. "Damn! There is a reason why I asked you to stop. "
" Sorry, "he said, swallowing. "You know that I can not do it."
The outburst came as he was ran out, and Lord Zenir returned to lean back in his chair, taking her hands in her lap thoughtfully. "In times like these you'd better not to force people to ask where is your loyalty," he said.
"The My loyalty is with the vampires, "protested Iatho firmly.
Lord Zenir realized that the situation was beginning to slip through his fingers like sand, and had not had the courage to shake hands need Startup. "Try to remember when the sun will fall."
"I do not ever forget," said Iatho.
The leader of the vampires looked down. "This story ended last night," he said authoritatively. Iatho tried to reply, but gave him no time. "Go ', the battle is about to begin."
"orders." Iatho snarled, leaving the room, furious.


*

Iatho dug his nails into the rider's chest, pulled muscles and bones, and pierced his heart still beating and throw it away. The rider had no time to react. His body went limp like a doll, with the bones of the chest exposed and his mouth opened last cry that had not had time to issue. He left the corpse to just throw him a little further to a wizard with his hands that rocked a purple ball of energy, ready to be launched on a group of vampires just later. Had been launched in many spheres such as that over the last few hours. He and his fellows had learned to fear them, because they seemed harmless only rise into the sky, then explode in a light similar to that of the sun, which blinded them and burned their skin, causing them to leak disorganized and exposing them to the blows of the knights, that they were reaping as ears of corn.
The two groups of human beings - wizards and knights - had now formed an alliance to destroy the vampires. There were many, among them, who still had doubts whether to attack or not angels. For many, bad luck, others believed that the wrath of the mad creatures celestial would only cut down on those who deserve it - in other words the odd row between the sinner and the entire human population of the vampires, of course - but began to change his mind now that the ranks of angels, flaming swords made no distinction race. Clearly, the divine punishment extends beyond the common thought.
The angels were a single machine, each framed in seemingly endless rows of elements are all equal. They moved in lock, stick together, they were unapproachable. A knight
oversized, with a helmet-shaped head of a lion pounced on Iatho with all its weight. The vampire swerved to the side and bites neck, sinking the canines. The man's body landed with a thud, with him on his back. He tore the jugular after spitting blood because the flavor does not hold him in one place. It was moving in the crush of bodies intent to fight with one goal in mind, and would not stop.
It was fortunate that, in the ground, the sun never calasse not arise. He saw only the reflection faded from the filter surface, rose in the morning, more orange in the afternoon, and it could determine the passage of time. They fought for more than twelve hours, and were not only human beings to be tired. A volte con lo sguardo Iatho cercava Lord Zenir, cercava il capo dei maghi o quello dei cavalieri, e nessuno dei tre voleva cedere e dichiarare una pausa. Era una follia, come se quella battaglia da sola potesse decidere qualcosa.
Sentì la voce potente di Lord Zenir sollevarsi sul clangore delle spade e ordinare di serrare i ranghi. Alzò lo sguardo sul proprio obbiettivo – l'esercito angelico – e ringhiò contrariato, ma obbedì. Garkos attese il suo passaggio prima di chiudere il cerchio intorno a Lord Zenir, che portava sul viso i segni della stanchezza, ma sembrava non darle peso. Garkos invece era stato ferito. Iatho notò la lunga cicatrice che gli apriva the skin from shoulder to shoulder. Now it was closing, but at the time was to him almost severed his head. The burn on his arm, however, would remain.
"It 's all right," asked the old man, spitting on the ground.
Iatho nodded quickly, wiping his face with the back of the hand.
"As long as we keep at bay the magicians," said Zenir, bending over him, "The Knights are not a big problem. We have eliminated hundreds this way. "
" And so they did with us the other side, "Iatho sighed, looking at the devastation that opened before his eyes.
"We are resisting," he remarked Zenir.
Iatho not think it was good news. You could also stand for ever, if you wish, but said nothing. She pretended to control the situation.
"We found the weak point of the angels," said Lord Zenir after a while '. "We can inflict a serious blow if we act now."
Iatho doubted it. Throughout the battle the Angels had been virtually untouchable. The number of the dead was ridiculous compared to them. Iatho the carcasses had checked one by one, stopping to study well the faces and smelling the smell of their blood before they vanish in that of death to be sure of what he saw. Noah was still alive. Noah was somewhere, mixed with the blinding glow of hundreds of other creatures like him.
"Garkos studied the formation angelic," continued Lord Zenir Meanwhile, referring to the angels, not far advanced in their direction. Throughout the battle, and their army of vampires that had not touched a few times as if the two forces, the most powerful in the field, were kept at a safe distance from each other by those of humans. "A frontal attack is unthinkable, because the head of the army is formed by the group of elements more powerful, which ensure and protect the advance. In the middle there are the weakest, according to Garkos it comes to low level of angels, perhaps even soldiers, and the squadron is totally unprotected hips, which means that an attack on the side would allow us to break through the block Compact and divide. "
Iatho listened in silence, watching an occasional group of knights who pounced angelic army, using the cover of spells cast by wizards. The ferocity of the men lasted only a few moments before they fell one after another under the relentless blows of the swords and flaming arrows of the angels who had get up in the face. It was evident that the first rows were impenetrable.
imagine their imminent attack Zenir described him as Lord. It would be divided into two groups and, exploiting the onslaught of magicians who kept his head involved angelic army, he would be attacked on both sides. With the right speed, would have broken the barrier that protects the weak weaker heart. The squadron would be split in two, collapsing at the moment. The strongest features would remain, but with a little 'luck, the confusion of the moment would make them vulnerable and the other two armies have taken the opportunity, playing in their favor. "It might work," he exclaimed.
"will work," agreed Lord Zenir.
Garkos approach and chose that moment to announce that there was no time and it was better to act until the angels were busy fighting mages. "Well," Lord Zenir nodded. "Take half of the men and head west. I will lead the second group. At my signal, attached. Iatho, you're coming with me. "
Garkos nodded and was gone the next moment, barking orders to his men.

*

Beyond the horizon, dawn crept.
The light had grown pink and dusty, and fatigue had a new weight for vampires. It was not hard to bend their backs and to weaken the arms, but the lure of sleep which crept under the eyelids and invited them to return to the warm embrace of the earth. Iatho tried to shake off its torpor. One more effort, he thought. Only one.
lie to the east, along the side of the mountain on which stood the town hall. The angelic army was in front of their eyes, strong and impregnable, apparently immune to the passage of time.
Zenir Lord was watching him with his eyes away, waiting to see the group in position across the Garkos battlefield. Her breath suddenly announced that he had finally resolved to address a topic that had avoided the whole discussion. "Iatho, I know that your loyalty is to us," he said, even if the tone seemed to remind him that he wanted more than to see this. "I hope that your heart is facing the same direction."
Iatho spun around and met her stern look. "Do not worry. My loyalty and my heart are exactly where they belong, "she said.
At the signal, the two squads will angelic army shot down the sides, catching him by surprise. The head, pledged to defend the attack front, he could not turn to counter the advance of the vampires, so the small group of angels who had chosen the task of protecting the weak core of the army he found himself to do it only against a whole bunch of bloodthirsty beasts, ready to do anything to close the issue at least for the day. The first vampire
fell under the blows of the sword, but those behind were ready to take their place and were soon too many to be stopped by a single row of angels.
Iatho he landed before he could launch an attack, shook fragile wings were broken as branches in his hands. Nailed to the ground and finally broke his neck with one bite, going beyond even before the eyes of the creature could turn off completely. Advanced bring down one after another without giving weight to the corpses that are left behind, looking around frantically looking for that one pair of eyes for which he cared something.
If Noah was actually participating in battle, then there must be somewhere among the others. Iatho had no idea what he would do once he had found, but when this did not matter much. The only thing he wanted was to be his view that he was alive and close enough to allow it to remain so. This was an unnecessary detail as to who would have thought then. Let himself be guided by the smell even before the eyes, when the flapping of wings lifted so much land to blind him. He felt the vampires around him sink his fangs and snarling the desperate cry of the angels riecchieggiava from one to another as if they actually came from a single person. It was a sharp cry and wordless, tearful and desperate and Iatho thought that there was something old and animal toghether the pain of vampires when they too fell to the ground to stay.
After a while, 'Iatho lost track of time and space. The battle did not extend for miles and more from thousands of people, but it was there at that time and lasted for the brief moments he needed to break down the enemy before him, and then start over with the next one, and did not idea how much time had passed by who had started the attack, which was started by the collision. From that started the war, perhaps. The first moment and the next was equal to a thousand other moments that there had been, all he saw was blood and feathers and earth, the bodies that fell and those who desperately tried to take flight before a of his brothers jumped and bite them in the throat.
It was for this reason that the arrival of Garkos caught him by surprise. He looked on the first half of the army that was to reach space. Zenir heard giving orders to his shoulders, and realized that there were only vampires around him. The squadron was divided angelic. Noah, no trace.
while it was thought that her scent hit him very strong, mixed with fear and pain. He lifted his head to snap the neck of an angel and looked around. The dust that was passing away, he saw Noah dropped to his knees, his head bent back violently in the jaws of one of his.
"No!" The hoarse and desperate cry that escaped from my throat caught the attention of Lord Zenir that takes a few seconds too many to locate and understand what was happening. When he realized the situation was already too late.
Iatho threw the corpse that he had the hands and ran toward the angel, but when I arrived, there were already over in five. Two had the rash on his neck, and the others were about to break up the wings. Lead the group with a low growl and prolonged, flattened on the ground, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger.
One of the five, a vampire tall and strong with a round face and ordinary that the transformation had been able to make even more attractive, bloody fangs bared. Iatho was on him the next second. The weight transfer from the body of Noah and the claws to the face and neck and chest, until the one after a brief struggle and a whimper not stood still. Panting, Iatho turned to face the second he had made while in the other three, now forgetful of prey, watching the fight.
The first shot took him in full and sent it crashing against a rock. He got up quickly, despite the pain in the shoulder, flexed his arms before a leap, and sink the nails in the chest to throw him to the ground. Rolled in the dust a long time, hitting each other, then the Iatho bites to the throat and shook her head violently until he heard the tearing flesh, then threw it away.
ran to Noah that did not move and defended by others who began to walk around like wolves.
"Iatho" Lord Zenir stared in horror, mind around them raged the aftermath of the battle to overthrow the angelic army. Some creatures had tried to take off to launch arrows from above, but with the risk of hitting even friends among the enemies in the middle of the pile, had almost ceased immediately to retreat to the rear. In many had died this time. And many were wounded. The angelic army had suffered heavy blow and, since it was convenient for everyone, or wizards or knights were placed in the middle. With the sunlight filtering through the surface more intensely, the Wizards blew the horn of the truce and to knights echoed moments later.
"What have you done?" Murmured Lord Zenir shocked, looking at the younger vampire with sad eyes. He went over to his protégé, moving away abruptly to the side of the vampires who now stared at the angry scene. Iatho growled once, on the defensive, holding in her arms the angel who was unconscious and bleeding, but alive.
"Get away," he said. His voice sounded guttural and harsh, as if to let her out she had first had to wrest control of the beast, which had seized him. "Nobody should approach. He is mine. "
Lord Zenir watched him go back and look at the angel with eyes dimmed by power, but still tender and worried. There was something deeply wrong in the way if he clutched his chest. Lord Zenir did not know whether it was more out of place that showed the love or the beast that shone from his face. They seemed both wrong, perhaps because they were present in him at the same time.
Garkos joined them at that moment and went to Lord Zenir ear to whisper, looking Iatho he, like everyone else around there. "They play the horns of the truce. We must respond. "
Zenir Lord nodded but said nothing. Iatho continued to stare at the ground and wondering what to expect now. His protégé had killed his fellow wounded and had to save another angel, the law was clear. I expected a death sentence.
Garkos stirred on the spot. The enemy continued to play horns. As serious as any other question had to be postponed to when they would return to the camp. The truce was accepted and confirmed. "Sir?"
"Sounds of the truce," gave way to the end Zenir without looking. "It does prepare the cells, we have a prisoner."
"Only one, sir," asked some of those present. Lord Zenir
A glance was enough in the direction of those who had spoken because they bowed his head, whining. Then he made some progress. Iatho growled again, but he ignored him. He bent down in front of your eyes protected and look for before you speak. "Now we carry on," she said seriously, articulating the words as if it were certain that he would understand.
Iatho shook his head, stepped back, dragging a bit 'lifeless body of Noah.
Zenir Lord stopped him clasping the wrist. "It will be nice and for the time being shall live," she whispered. "It 's the best I can do."
Iatho seemed to assess the potential he had, or complete lack thereof.
Zenir Lord repeated that it was their prisoner. He repeated several times, perhaps because the only other thing I had to tell him he did not like at all, and put off in the hope that never comes, and once managed to drag me away from all this damn field battle, back to camp, perhaps the council would be able to rip a lenient sentence. At the end
Iatho agreed to take him on.
looked after him, the two vampires who were leaving transporting Noah and the horns sounded the truce and the dawn was completed. The field is now desert was bathed in white and lattaginosa, too dim to really be day and already too bright to be night.
Iatho watched the horizon wondering if it would be the last time, then let's tie his hands behind his back and followed the rest of the army camp.



* In the days that followed, the situation was tense.
The Council stood by Lord Zenir without being summoned and he was forced to convene a special meeting to discuss the issue at hand. He had hoped that this was a preliminary discussion, and that there would be time to analyze the pros and cons of what had happened, but the truth Iatho was that he had been sentenced on the field from the eyes of those who had seen the act of killing his companion, and it seemed that there was nothing that could Zenir say or do to convince them to change their minds, because the pressure from the people of the vampires were heavy, and the Council would never risk losing the privilege to save a traitor to his pro-murderess only for the beautiful angelic face Zenir, which had many merits, but clearly not enough to make requests for favors like. Not for a protege who had not proved equal to its tasks. The
condonna was death by exposure to the sun.
The only thing I managed to get Lord Zenir was that the execution was postponed until the end of the war, arguing that it would certainly be easier to extract information with the help of their prisoner Iatho rather than by the torture, and the Council had to agree.
Lord Zenir would have thought after Iatho how to get to do that for the moment he needed time, long time. All the time he could manage to find.
Iatho, for its part, did not speak except to repeat that he wanted to see Noah, who was kept tied up in a tent not far from where he was free from the ropes but does not go where he pleased. Months passed, but the conviction stood. Months passed, and he was asked betrayal of Noah. A
Noah was asked to betray the angels. And when the time came, both did what was right to do.