On Eagle's Wings

Crimson gaze steadily watched the man before him, heart pounding with building excitement. Deep inside, he had always been hungry for something. What that hunger was he didn't know. He never got the chance to find out in the pack he left behind. Not for lack of trying, but the fact that the pack seemed to always make him chase things for nothing. He tried. And they had failed him. As the dark males words rang in his ears, he could feel the excitement growing more until he felt like he might burst. All Azazel wanted was the chance to grow beyond his limitations, to be better than the rest. But Celestial was not that. They were weak.

"Yes, I do. I am fed up with weak creatures. Fed up with those who think themselves better when they are nothing." He growled. His eyes never left the man he spoke to. He was hungry, and this male seemed to feed him. [b]"I won't lie, I was curious. And maybe my curiosity was well worth it. You look pretty strong. And I bet you're way stronger then the crippled old man that leads Celestial. They were weak, so I left. And now, here I am. Looking for something better. Wanting to be better." He tilted his head slightly to the side, "Have I found someone to help me do that?" He hoped so. He didn't want to be wrong. He didn't want to be disappointed. He didn't want this excitement and hope to die.