Ash the porcupine somehow got into haven and was just walking around when she saw Michael the archangel aka the commander of the heavenly host. Of course ash had heard about him. She walked right up to him.
She smiled at him and said loudly HI I love your blue eyes and lovely blond hair. Michael's eyes moved to the sides of his eyes in order for him to look at her. He wore a stunned expression on his face. Um thanks he said. She had caught him completely off of course being a typical guy he did to that complaint.
Michael pulled his wings all the way out. His wings were massive and pure white and made out of feathers and had an incrbile wingspan. The beauty of his wings captivated ash. She took her tiny hand and touched his wings. Ooh soooooft she said.
Mich rolled his eyes. Ash wrapped her arms around his wings and buried her face in his wings. Mmmmmm she sighed contently. Michael once again rolled his eyes and sighed and said not again.
After a while he said heey cut that out I those he said pulling hes wings out of her stood there looking stunned but but but the wings they're soooft. Michael chuckled slight and walked off. Ash followed him trying to catch him so she could throw her arms around his soft wings once again. Michael let her catch him and hurry her face in his soft white fatherly massive wings.
All a sudden trumpets blare. Ooh no not again the call to arms. Ash was still hugging his wings and once again he pulled them out of her grasp and flew off. Ash looked up behind him and said ahh typical guy. But in her hand she held some feather that she had plucked from his wings oh so carefully and quietly. She rubbed the feathers against her face and once again was contended by the softness of them. She was a sneaky little porcupine. Of course Michael the archangel had no idea about the feathers she stole.