sounds like hallelujah

A E D I O N you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent — It was a brilliant night, the moon surprisingly out with an open sky, making room for even more frigid temperatures. Aedion didn’t mind, however, his thick fur of his wolf form was well accustomed to the cold temperatures of the North – he even found he enjoyed it as it soothed much of the fiery anger that continued to dwell inside him. Tonight, he decided not to stay long in that underworking of caves he lived in for a majority of the last year and a half. Instead, he figured a trip to the Tundra was well needed – to enjoy the mixing of his own blueish teal hues glowing in the night with the green waves of the Aurora high above. Perhaps if he thought about it enough, he could join the waves in the sky, too. It was soothing enough for the man, that he shrunk from his wolf form. The thick fur becoming a smaller coat, his paws back into sharp dark hooves, the shoulder blades along his back sprouted his favored barred wings once again. Once the transformation was complete, Aedion stood in the middle of the open ground, lifting his head high and breathing in deeply – enjoying the feeling of the cold against his lighter pelt, the way it soared and gently caressed each of his feathers. And as it was night, it was like the sky reflected in his pelt, too. The browns washed away to a dark grey, but his stripes and wings illuminated in that brilliant teal, glowing as though it stole it from the sky. He wondered quietly if this is what peace in his heart felt like. But he knew it wasn’t true – he hadn’t even started the journey to fight the Helovians, to write the wrongs they had done, to reign justice upon them. He remained still against the pale ground of snow surrounding him, his wings spread out far around him, calm enough for the moment to let the wind touch them again. He lowered them slowly, raised them up, and lowered them again as if he were dreaming of flying again. Of course, Aedion wasn’t foolish enough to fly for the time being. The last thing he needed was an untimely death due to an unfortunate shift. "Talk." — you are a weapon; and weapons don't weep.

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@Korri <3 :D