~ chapter 8~

Both Amara and Ares were dazed, unaware of they're lips colliding against each other. Ares opened his stunned eyes and realized not only were they're lips rammed together she WAS on top off him pinning him to the ground, Ares pulled back and Amara flew back, flaying her soddened wings,
" Oh my GOD, I'm SORRY " Amara nearly shouted, Ares was blushing madly, and Amara began kicking trying to get out of the carter they created with they're bodies. Amara's feet made contact with Ares face; unaware,
" OW!, okay clam down, I don't want to end up like Zephyr" Amara looked over her shoulder and began laughing her whole body shaking with it as she landed back first onto his chest,
" How, bout I try getting us out of here" Ares grinned; pleased she hadn't brought up the kissing thing. Getting them out wasn't difficult, he threw himself down in a circle around them, giving him room to spread his wings, he began flapping lifting himself and then her up , out of the creator. The then continued flying towards the other edge of the clearing. They roosted upon reaching a sheltered hallow in one of the first trees to appear. Amara looked at Ares carefully.
"I didn't expect you to be right under me...if I'd noticed I would've...I didn't hurt you when we fell did I?"
"No, I'm fine...are you okay?"
"Yeah, tired though, that was a lot of flying."
"Yeah... we should rest...We can go hunt when night falls" Amara nodded and quickly fell asleep. Ares thought over their kiss. His cheeks burned and his heart thundered. He knew right there that he would never mate, Amara would never want him and he couldn't bare to be with anyone else. He smiled at his companion before falling asleep, his dreams flooded with the fantasies that seem to appear when a soul-mate is met. Ares woke when twilight came upon them and hunted quickly eating a few mice, snapping their necks eating them whole. When he got back Amara was grooming herself, as soon as she heard him she spun facing him and smiling brightly at him. Ares felt his heart pick up speed, he quickly shook it off, roosting next to her.
" I've figured out the next landmark' she said proudly, Ares grinned,
" How long is it from here ?"
" not far" she paused for a moment looking around to make sure no one else was listening," Were going to Stone Hold" Ares felt somewhat amazed that Amara was going to show him they're colony's roosting site. They were flying through a forest of tall spruce the smell of pine was intoxicating, the forest floor was covered in pines needles and pine cones. The bark on the trunks of the trees; were brown and flaky. A canopy of needles hung high above they're heads. This forest must be ancient he thought. One thing about the Silverwing's they had great migration plans, he then looked up at Amara. Beautiful females as well. Now that they'd kissed Ares found it even more painful to keep it as "Just friends". Did Amara care about him the same way? He remembered back to what she'd said. 'I will not let you die in vain' was it too much to imagine hidden feelings behind that? He pushed the idea around his mind, blaming wishful thinking.
" it's just up ahead " Amara turned around smiling, ares forced a smile, still in pain from her beauty. He looked ahead and saw a huge stack of boulders; like a rocky hill, beyond that he could hear the sound of waves crashing; the smell of ocean spray wafted at him in a heavy dose, he sneezed shaking his head. Amara giggled,
" Not use to fresh air i see" Ares scowled,
" the jungle has tons of fresh air that doesn't smell like pungent, strong bleach" Amara laughed,
" what's so better about the jungle than here... other than the bleach smell" Ares grinned,
" hmmm, where to begin, oh yes well it's always warm there, the fragrance of life hangs in forest air, the rain falls down constantly like warm mist giving the jungle a beautiful, dangerous, aura." Amara smiled closing her eyes, imaging this, " the forest is always green and wet with moisture, a canopy of leaves hangs over you, sheltering you into a shadow, everything there is equal and treated with life and death" Amara sighed,
" what type of green is the jungle?" Ares looked ahead, "it's like a beautiful, dangerous, green that engulfs you into an embrace" Amara got wrapped in the beauty of imagination; that thoughts slipped out of her mouth,
" Just like your eyes" Ares blushed.
"I assure the jungle has a much shallower personality" And isn't as confused as I am. he added mentally. Amara smirked at him.
"I dunno you can be selfish too." Ares opened his mouth to object, he then realized she was joking.
"Whatever" he muttered, flying toward the two cliffs
Amara burst above the sea the smell of salt and water was calming, she looked over shoulder and nearly peed herself laughing, Ares was flying behind her over the ocean; his nose scrunched up, looking like he was going to puke.
" Quiet, Nina " Ares gasped, trying to conserve his oxygen. Amara chuckled and probed the cliff side looking for an entrance. There! a tiny knot hole just big enough for ares to fit threw. they dove for it, Amara trimmed her wings and flew straight through too the empty cave, Ares folded his wings tight against his body and just got through, the smell of Amara's colony was faint but still lingered on the moist rock ledges. Now that the vampyrum could start to breathe again he looked around nervously. "What is this place?" He asked her.
"The male's roost, Stonehold." Ares smirked. It was warm and sheltered, that was good enough for him right now. He noticed Amara looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably. "You look good here, the angle your roosted at...you're rather dashing"
"Am I not always senorita?" She chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, you are...I could just imagine you staying here with the other males after you're accepted into the colony."
"A vampyrum among a silverwing colony especially one with my heritage....yeah that works as well as my father eating a leaf."
"Think positive Ares, You don't smile enough."
"I'm vampyrum Amara, happiness isn't a common emotion."
"You've been around me long enough."
"Oh yes it's a wonder I don't eat moths" he muttered with blunt sarcasm.
"Must you act so depressed?"
"My middle name is Goth not Mr. smilyrainbowsfullofhappiness...sorry to disappoint you." Amara frowned and roosted next too him,
" Ares whats it like being a prince?" Ares sighed,
" Well, it takes a lot of responsibility, and trust in what the kingdom believes in... which I don't.. sooooo i would never had made a good king" Amara pondered for a moment,
" You wouldn't make a good king, you would be a great king, imagine it a kingdom of non-cannibal bats under your rule, ready to lay they're lives on the line for you" Ares chuckled, how many times had he thought about ruling the kingdom like that, only too see the major flaws, and always a couple moments late.
" They're would be an uprising and i would most likely be assassinated, pleasant thought ,huh- anyways I wasn't fit to rule that kingdom ever. And i don't really feel bad about it, I'm a banished prince, and i still love being an exile more then being a prince under my fathers duty," Amara nodded understanding his point, she pouted " There had to be something you loved in the south, right" Ares starred forward looking at the rocks before answering.
" other than the fact that the jungle is my homeland. No, theres not a thing I miss, I never liked my family, I didn't like smell of rotting corpses every day, I hated the fact that my parents engaged me with..Ofelia" He said the name with such disgust, that Amara felt her skin crawl; Whoa, wait a minute. He. Is. Engaged.