Role-play where we get drafted into the army, and bad things start to go down (CLOSED)

(actually i gotta go now, sorry. Seeya tomorrow)

(I'm here for a while next)
"Heck no," Vin replied, almost slipping on the slushy ground. "We have to lose him. Keep going along the side of the slope, towards the end of the valley. If we get some distance between us, maybe he won't be able to hear us." He didn't want to think about the fact that Davy was a master tracker, and could probably follow them for miles in far worse conditions than this.

As it was, it didn't seem like they had much chance of escape. Davy knew the area, he was angry, he had more strength and stamina, and thus he was steadily gaining. His taunting voice drifted through the trees behind them.
"So this was your plan, eh? Screw everything up and run? How sophisticated. My hungover grandad could come up with a better strategy than this. Where d'you think you're going now? You're not part of my team anymore, so I guess I might as well just kill you here and drag your bodies back to collect my reward. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"
Vin suddenly stopped and threw his head up. "Ellen," he whispered, "Wait. I think I heard something up ahead."

"Shh!" Vin scooted into the shelter of a thicket, pulling her with him. "Be quiet, I think it's coming closer."
From not far away, in the darkness, came the sound of a very quiet growl.

Davy's footsteps slowly approached, and soon he was silhouetted by the moonlight not eight feet from them. He stared around slowly, his face in shadow.
"Where are yeh?" he said softly, taking another step forward. "You know there's no point in….hiding…"
His voice trailed off, his gaze locked on something nearby. Subtly, he began to stiffen.
And then a huge dark thing lunged forward, tackling Davy with a roar and sending them both tumbling downhill. There was a strangled cry and the sound of thrashing, then silence. The trees waved, then went still.
Vin's eyes were wide. "Don't move," he mouthed.

The growl came again, deep and guttural. The black shape reared up again, easily the size of a tank. It looked around, fog billowing from its mouth. Then it morphed, shrank, and spoke.
"Are you two there?"
It was Destroy.

He lumbered back up to them, wiping blood off his face. "Hey. Who was that guy?"

"Weird name. Why was he chasing you?"
Vin stood up as well, still cautious. "He was angry that we let you out, I think. Um….did you just kill him?"
"Course I did. He shouldn't act like that around cubs, it's not right."
"We're not that young–" Vin thought better of it and sighed. "Well…..thanks, I guess."

Destroy shrugged. "Whatever. Where are you guys going now?"

"Same, I s'pose. I don't know."
"To be honest, I would not complain if you wanted to travel with us," Vin admitted. "At least for a while, anyway. You're clearly a good protector."
Destroy puffed out his chest. "I know I am."

"Yeah," Vin agreed, starting to hike through the trees once more. "Man, it's cold. I sure hope dawn comes soon."
"I hate the cold," Destroy grumbled, following. "I'm gonna find someplace to live that's warm all the time."

"Yeah, I need to find my fam too," Vin said. "I think most of them are living by the coast right now, so that's my end destination. But at this rate, I might not get there for a while." He sighed in frustration. "So…since we're sharing space with a giant shape-shifter now…. I guess It's okay if I tell you what I am. I mean….I'm not human, first of all."
"Well, duh," Destroy said. "You're a tweety-human."

Vin gave Destroy a very offended look. "That's not what we're called! We are Hapbringers, thank-you very much. They're a lot like normal humans, but, well, they have wings and control over this special kind of energy called positivity. Some of us can heal or use telepathy or even teleport. No, by the way, we're not angels. Me, I'm not very powerful or anything, so usually I don't bring it up that I'm not human. That and…..I don't exactly have my wings anymore." He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's….kinda complicated. But, long story short, I was a young idiot at the time, and grieving the death of someone who–as it turned out–wasn't actually dead. I gave my wings to a certain nasty person in exchange for losing my memories. Escapism at its finest, I know. Pro tip: wings cannot grow back. Do not make long-term decisions when you're a fifteen-year-old." He sighed. "I've gotten used to it by now, but it still sucks not being able to fly. I could really use them right about now."
(brb, gotta go pick up my sis, back soon)

"Aw, don't worry about me. I've worked through it. Aaaanyway, yeah, Hapbringers. That's my family. We try to keep it hush-hush except around people we trust, but I figured you guys should probably know."