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Raven Wings

by LonelyRider

Morgana the naga witch was watching her 18-year-old harpy apprentice and adopted daughter playing her tambourine as her big lesser angel friend James LightningSword accompanied her on his harp the young lady had gifted to him, they swayed and sang together, laughing and smiling. Morgana beamed their way and walked around, harvesting herbs the witch sisters and their young charge would use for spells. She spotted the two nubs on James' back, which had gotten even larger than last time she'd seen him; he'd complained to his loved ones they itched mightily. The big kind-hearted brute had sacrificed his wings and halo to a misandrist witch to save his sick girlfriend's life. Morgana had a sudden epiphany, dropping her herb pouch. Savera noticed and helped Morgana, picking up the herbs, James smiled kindly and fondly at them, especially at Savera; the two had grown very close, and had a mutual poorly-hidden crush on each other.

"Here Morgana, let me." Savera said, handing her the pouch with her winged clawed hand.

"Thank you, girl. You stay here in James' protection. I won't be far." Morgana assured, Savera smiled lovingly at James and they shared a hug, him patting her upper back fondly; James was a hulking gladiator tank and Morgana knew Savera couldn't be safer than with him. Morgana cast a communication spell into her crystal ball and brought up someone she normally wouldn't call; James' cherished girlfriend, the anthro mule young lady Lonely. Lonely looked surprised to see Savera's guardian in her magic handmirror but she smiled and waved in a friendly way and answered the call.

"Morgana, hello! How are you? Are Jamesy and Savera having a good time?" Lonely inquired sweetly, she loved seeing James happy with his pretty young friend, she'd met Savera once at James' harp concert and quite liked her.

"As always. I have....an unusual hunch. I need your help to pull it off...but...no offense, child, you may not be strong enough. I understand you are best friends with a human priest?"

Lonely smiled warmly and gasped happily in recognition.

"Yes, Father Dixon! He's my best friend!" Lonely squealed happily. Morgana smiled at the sweet girl.

"That's lovely, child. Please....bring him to our seashore at once, I have a spell in mind for a hunch to help your boyfriend, but I will require much help, it's a powerful ritual that even 4 witches and a Christian missionary and spellcaster angel cannot pull off....we require the priest, if you could convince him to attend."

Lonely gasped and nodded, intrigued.

"Of course! I'll be right there!" She agreed, Morgana bid her farewell and Lonely hurried outside, donning her cloak, and mounted her Highland pony mare Bridgette and made swiftly at a gallop to Father Dixon's church.

Savera and James were giggling together sweetly as they played finger puppets together; the witches that cared for Savera had made her puppets of some of her favorite animals and James, being young at heart, was more than happy to indulge her. James and Savera looked up from their pretend dialogue with the puppets to see Lonely and behind her, a stern-faced Jacob Dixon and his wagon drawn by his Halflinger stallion, who snorted and tossed his mane and tail.

"Jacob my friend...thank you for coming...oh..are you all right?" Lonely gently touched Father Jacob's bicep as he hopped down, in his usual grand robes, hood and regalia, his golden crucifix and rosary glinting in the sunset. Jacob withdrew his arm; clearly irritable.

"Not now, Lonely. Witch..." Jacob adressed Morgana, who had gathered in a spell circle of salt with her two sisters, "I don't approve of this unholy rite, I am here for one reason only," Jacob pointed behind him at Lonely, who still looked caring and concerned, James shifted next to Savera, his friendly brawny arm on her shoulder, giving Lonely a look of mixed caring, protective and possessiveness, "As a favor to Lonely. That is all. When this witchcraft is over with, I want nothing to do with it, or you. I shouldn't even be here at all."

Lonely reached out, but Jacob brushed her aside. James inhaled hard, reaching out with conern; Savera touched him looking the same about him.

"I understand, Christian priest, with my thanks. James...please, stand here." Morgana indicated, James did as he was asked, looking concerned for his girl still and confused, but he trusted Savera's guardians. "Let us begin!" Morgana cried with authrority, Savera recognized that tone and took up a spot behind the 3 naga sisters in the spell circle, on the other end, Lonely assumed the same supportive position behind her priest friend, who took out his Latin Bible and cleared his throat, beginning to pray and cast holy magic as Lonely did the same behind him; he'd taught her a few of his holy priest spells and she closed her eyes and sent her energy into him; he glowed very bright as his Christian holy magic flowed into the spell circle, joining the earth magic the witch sisters and young Savera pumped into their side. The magic flowed into James at the center, he inhaled hard as he felt it enter him, healing any minor ailments the healthy young mortal angel had and he would soon discover, enabling something he'd only dreamt of. James winced and dropped down; his big back nubs were suddenly in a lot of sharp pain. Lonely and Savera gasped, but Morgana held out her hand.

"Hold! Keep going! James, just bear with us!" She shouted, as they kept channeling into him.

"What black magic are you doing on him, witch?" Jacob snarled, though he kept casting....again, only as a favor to Lonely.

James bit his leather gladiator glove in pain, tears streaming and groaning; his back nubs were hot with sharp pain. He dropped to his hands and knees and let out a cry he tried to stifle, always wishing to appear manly; the girls gasped in concern and then in astonishment.

"Ahh! F...fuck!" James cried in pain, black points burst through the big nubs on his back and above his head light shimmered, and once more, a golden physical halo formed just like his mother's; the black points burst through more with a shout of pain from the big man and in a few more pushes, everyone gasped as a big beautiful pair of crow-colored black angel wings burst from his shoulder blades, unfolding fully and resting in their folded relaxed state, his back bleeding where they'd emerged. James panted, shaking and still on all fours; he was in shock, scared to look; he knew that feeling, it had seemed so long since he'd felt his wings and halo. He was scared if he looked it wouldn't be real. Father Dixon stopped casting, looking offended.

"What is this?" he snarled, closing his Latin Bible loudly.

"Baby....your wings!" Lonely gasped, breathing hard beholding this miracle.

"A hunch of mine." Morgana answered, and they too stopped casting. Morgana helped James up and Savera and Lonely rushed to him, emotionally.

"You look beautiful!" Savera gushed with joy.

"Oh darling, congratulations!" Lonely cried, crying happily for him. James pushed his wingspan forward to behold it and gasped, still in disbelief.

"My wings....raven...like my dad's. But....how? I...how can I ever..thank you?" He stammered, still in shock.

"It was our pleasure, you've been a kind person to all of us. Truly, thank whichever god you believe in. This was always within you, we just helped it grow." Morgana replied. James whooped joyously and held both his female friend and girlfriend to him excitedly, he hovered with his new wings and Savera joined him with her own, they danced in circles flying and laughing, Lonely watched in joyful awe.

"Well now....I suppose that is that. Lonely...I'm going on a crusade, so...this is goodbye, my child." Jacob said unusually tersely, climbing onto his wagon and gripping the reins. Lonely went to his wagon and smiled at him kindly.

"Oh thank you for helping today, Father! When will you return?" She asked fondly. Jacob pulled his hood over his face, not wanting her to see this actually hurt him too.

"I will not." He answered coldly. Lonely gasped.

"But...Father....I...we...can I help? May I join you? My friend...what is wrong?" Lonely touched the priest's arm again and this time, he snapped at her and threw her off him so forcefully she fell, a shocked look on her face.

"Lonely!" James cried, seeing it, Father Dixon whirled on him with an angry snarl, casting a spell holding him in place; James gasped.

"You stay out of this!" Jacob growled, turning back to Lonely again, "Now that you got what you wanted, you and your precious boyfriend. Oh, he has his pretty wings now, everything is all set, isn't it, girl? Go be with him, since you love him so much!"

"Jacob...I..."Lonely gasped in astonishment, crying. James' lightning magic surged over his wings and arms as he snarled at the priest.

"Don't you talk to her like that!" He demanded, shaking angrily, his enormous muscles tense, their veins popping prominently, his black wings spread wide like a wolf's hackles. Jacob whirled on him, hitting him with another spell, but James just grimaced and took it, being a tanker able to take a beating.

"James!" Lonely gasped worriedly.

"Oh, you should talk, fly-boy. I was there for her for 2 years when you dumped her and took off. Two fucking years! I was there for her, me! Not you! She didn't even know where you'd gone off to. Then you waltz back into her life all willy-nilly, like nothing had changed, 'oh, I'm different now Lonely, I won't take off and leave you again.' You damnable fucking hypocrite! You hurt her more than I ever will, or ever could! Yet she stays with your sorry ass, doesn't she? Doesn't she, boy?" Jacob hissed furiously. Though normally gentle and sweet, big James had inherited his father's fiery temper, and now, fueled by shame, it boiled over. His arms tensed and shook in rage, his face going hot and deep red, he let out a roar and made himself turn around, cause if he didn't, he was going to literally kill his girlfriend's best friend. With an enraged scream James withdrew his twin swords, which sang with holy angelic magic, cutting a rock clean in two and continuing on a path of physical destruction, in a furious battle rage he could no longer control in his anger. Savera gasped and shook, worried for him and scared; she'd never seen this side of her gentle big friend. Lonely gasped and reached out, shaking, also worried for her man and feeling guilty though it wasn't her doing; she'd seen his temper a few times, though he'd never let it come out at her.

"Yes....that's right. Your beloved boyfriend needs you. Go be with him. You belong together. I expect a wedding invitation so very soon. Glad to be of service, Lonely." Jacob hissed, Lonely was shaking and crying.

"Jacob....wait...please! Let's talk, I...." She begged, the priest was too angry in his jealous rage to hear her out; deep inside, the truth was, just like James, he was too ashamed of what he was doing to face her, to look at her crying eyes that he'd caused.

"Yah!" Jacob screamed with a furious snapping of the reins, his pony stallion snorted with a neigh and took off at a gallop; Lonely watched her friend gallop away fast in his cart, hooves flying, her eyes flowing with tears and gasping, hands over her mouth; literally torn between chasing Jacob, and comforting James, who was still destroying everything and anything on the beach in his own jealous shame-fueled rage.

It was late that night, and Lonely was sleeping, her face stained with tears, on James's burly, hairy chest and wrapped in his muscled arms and soft warm new raven wings. James looked at her, his face growing tender and apologetic, he stroked her black thick hair and long white ears gently, kissing her forehead gingerly and giving her a sweet little nuzzle, they both moaned softly and she tossed in his arms and settled, breathing quietly in her sleep, her full bust pressed to his chest as she slept in his arms and wings. James' expression changed from tender regret at his beloved girl to brooding, silent rage as he stared at Lonely's fireplace and the dancing flames there, thinking back in a dark and silent fury about Jacob's true words to him earlier. James wanted to be happy and grateful for his new wings, especially as they looked like his dad's, who he looked up to and wished to impress...but he was too furious at Lonely's friend, both for leaving her side and speaking to her harshly, and what he'd said to James; James sneered, showing a short lesser angel fang as he watched the fireplace, his big muscles tensing in quiet brooding fury once more. Deep inside, he was ashamed at the truth of the priest's words; he'd never forgiven himself for leaving Lonely in the past, and he WAS lucky she'd forgiven him, her soft heart tender for him even then, even through his problems and immaturity. James pictured Father Dixon galloping away, leaving his Lonely crying, saying those true words to him, and he snarled lowly, shuddering softly in his rage, the firelight reflecting in James' eyes, his raven wings over Lonely protective and moreso, possessive. He held her close to him jealously as he stared angrily still into the firelight, brooding over the priest's utter audacity.