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Hell's Usurper((Open and Waiting))
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Rules Setting Story Applications Accepted Characters |
Rules:
Follow all TOS and Menewsha rules. No Godmodding, this includes everyone. Keep everything PG-13. Don't kill each other without my permission and the person who your killing's permission. Romance is allowed Violence is encouraged No auto hitting or character stealing Rules are subject to change PM me your applications to join |
Setting:
The entire Earth has become the battlefield between four sides: Lucifer's Demons, a large and powerful group of demons, most old and hailing from the Lucifers fall. The Usurper Demons, a smaller but slightly more powerful group of demons who are much younger and were born into hell and grew up there. The Holy Beings consist of all the forces of God raging against their eternal enemies. The Human Resistance is against all the demons, hoping that they can survive long enough to be of any assistance to the angels. The end of the war appears close as a single, but very large, city. The last City of Man, which The Usurper Demons have yet to touch becomes the focal point for the entire war. Trenches, barracks and portals are being set up, ready for the coming onslaught from demons, humans and angels alike, the battle is likely to last for many weeks, maybe months until a victor is found. |
Story:
Lucifer has had many children, but his first and most ambitious child, Verin, has become a problem. The boy, Lord of ten of hells one hundred legions has started to rally troops from everywhere around a new cause, he had begun seeking a way to throw off the shackles of his confines and leave Hell, he sought to go to Earth permanently and start something more there, something better. He broke through the gates of hell, a figurative term, and rode his chariot into Earth, once there he made war on the human inhabitants and with only ten legions destroyed city after city in his attempts to conquer Earth. Lucifer, in fear that his tenuous truce with Heaven would be broken and he himself would be forced to even lower levels of punishment took it upon himself to bring back his son and slit his throat. He called up half his army, 45 legions of pure terror and monstrous chaos and rode after his son into war. Heaven's anger knew no bounds when it found out what was happening, God in his decaying form ordered twenty legions of his strongest men to remove the threat of Lucifer's son and put Lucifer back in his place, while protecting his loved humans. The angels flew forth in righteous anger, but some looked back in worry or fury, their god was dying and even now he told them to protect the humans who had all but forgotten him. The Humans did not rally, the only reason any kind of resistance was formed was because of an informant that helped save the president of America and the Royal Family of The UK and hide them in Canada, fortifying the country with ten thousand men and sending forth ten thousand more to help the angels in the war. Now all four forces travel towards the last true city of Man, where preparations are being made by Angels to receive assaults from the Usurper Demons and the ten thousand men sent out to fight against the demons have come, building cannons and other large weapons. |
Applications:
The Application should come with the Title, 'I fight for what is best...' Username: Roleplay Name: Race:[[Angel, Human or Demon]] Age:[[Age you appear to be]] Appearance:[[URL]] Side:[[Angels, Human Resistance, The Usurper Demons, Lucifer's Demons]] Abilities:[[Non-magical skills]] Powers:[[Magical skills]] Weapons:[[five at the most]] Personality: History: Other:[[Optional]] |
Accepted Characters:
The Usurper Demons: Username: Ewan836 Roleplay Name: Verin Race: High Demon Age: 26 Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/m...Pics/Demon.jpg Side: The Usurper Demons Abilities: Master hand to hand warrior, trained extensively with a falchion and a heavy mace. Powers: He controls Air and Flame and can also teleport Weapons: A Falchion and Heavy Mace, dual wielded Personality: He is a cunning and conscience deprived person. He sees no problem in doing whatever it takes, but he does actually care for all his other demons and would rather not see any of them die. History: Verin was born to Lucifer and raised in Hell. He saw the way that the fallen angels that came with Lucifer acted, they took whatever they cared for and beat anyone who stood in their way, they resented the newly born demons and laughed at the torments the humans had to receive. Verin however saw it differently. He took the fledgling demons under his wing and trained them, he filled his ten legions with them and put forth new laws in his own lands. He saw his father as a decrepit old man who had grown lax in his pursuit of revenge and instead focused on sitting back and letting everyone else do what they wanted. Verin snapped when his father killed one of his most trusted lieutenants for bedding another generals woman. He gathered his army and rode straight for Earth, removing all the obstacles that stood in his way, he quickly took over most of the world before meeting resistance in the form of humans and angels, as well as his father's own demons. He fortified most of his territories and began his march towards the last standing city of men. Other: He has a very strange accent Username: miss murder Roleplay Name: Dahlila Race: Demon Age: 21 Appearance: http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/...animedemon.jpg Side: The Usurper Demons Abilities: Has taught herself how to cook and clean Powers: Can make a fire, tornadoe, hurricane, or earthquake start with a snap of her fingers Weapons: Black and red sword of hell Personality: Is usually okay with everything but if you get on her bad side you won't know what hit you History: Dahlila is the only female daughter of Lucifer. She used to be favorited all the time by him until one short day. Dahlila tried to become an angel and her father found out. She was forced to be the maid of hell for three years. After that she was kicked out of hell and forced to go to earth to live a normal life. Dahlila is hoping God got her prayer and someday she will be an angel. Other: Dahlila would very much like a boyfriend. Something that her father Lucifer would never let her have. [CENTER][FONT="Palatino Linotype"] I changed the history a teeny-tiny bit, is this all okay now? =D Username: Aranel Roleplay Name: Dyanae Irin Deoch. Race: Demon Age: 17 (In actuality, she is approximately 125 years old) Appearance: [x] Side: The Usurper Demons. Abilities: The usual for a demon, enhanced senses, reflexes, speed, healing that sort of thing. But it is all within reason, she isn't insanely strong. She does seem to have an innate sense of direction and place, in the manner that she has a sort of sixth sense telling her where she (or anyone else) is. Powers: Like most demons, she's quite adept with fire-magic, but is also quite skilled in the art of wind/air-shaping as well as dark-shaping. Dark-shaping takes a lot more of her energy, with the fire-shaping coming second-nature. Weapons: Satisfactorily trained with hand-to-hand combat, as is required of most demonlings, Dyanae prefers to use her short-swords Ilazar [x] and Svelblanc [x]. She also has a pair of daggers that she treasures above most of her possessions, them being the spoils from her first (and only) battle with an angel, thus they are rightly named the 'Fallen' [x]. Personality: Dry and sarcastic, although she can be almost childishly excited at times, breaking into random songs and dances at random points and times. For a demon she has an oddly strong sense of morals and ideals, and is fiercely loyal to those she chooses or likes as well as being incredibly rebellious to those she dislikes. History: The daughter of a well-known general in Lucifer's army, Dyanae tired of the coddling and babying she received because of her relatively young age and gender. The only one to have ever treated her fairly in battles, as well as anywhere else, was Verin. With their fathers working closely together, their meeting had been inevitable, to suffice they have known each other since relative childhood. Other: Dyanae has a strong phobia of spiders and any other arachnids, as well as needles strangely enough. She's known to faint on sight of either. The Human Resistance: Username:Uxia Roleplay Name:Zarya Race: Fallen Angel Age:18 Appearance:http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c2...allenangel.jpg Side: Human Resistance Abilities:Master Marksman, long range, natural in flight and speed. Powers:Can control water/ice, can use them to heal and has a limit on shadow. Can control barriers Weapons: A silvery blue bow, a katana, throwing knives, Scythe Personality:She usually keeps to herself, not talking to people unless she has too. She usually keeps a calm and indifferent face, no matter her surroundings or what the situation. When she has to interact with other people, she is most likely going to be cold and uncaring. Preferring to keep herself in distant relation with fellow members of her squad and any other person. She never was a very talkative person, and is not one for chit-chat. She's not fast to trust people and believes she can do everything on her own. She is quick to speak her mind if the need be. She is quite easy to anger and is always serious. Although, at times she can be quite sarcastic. She is best described as a thunder storm. History:Zarya was born in the human world, like most other people she was brought up knowing that there is a God and that they would eventually make it up to his heaven. She was a very spiritual girl until she was killed when she was almost 18. She got to see Gods Heaven and was happy living there for a time, until she met a Demon. Despite what she told herself, she started to get feelings for him and one day kissed him. God and the other angels didn't think should be trusted and they kicked her out of Heaven. She couldn't just go to hell, so she is in between; a fallen angel. She feels she is closer to the humans, feeling like see doesn't belong in heaven or hell. She likes the twilight and she compares the mortal earth to her 'twilight'. Other:She has one Violent eye and one Blue. She has an old English accent, sometimes talking like she's from Shakespearian times. Username: sun_spirit Roleplay Name: Fiala Race: Angel Age: 20 Appearance: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m...ey20/FiFia.jpg Side: Human Resistance Abilities: Gifted with amazing coordination and speed. Powers: The ability to heal; can grant strength and life, sometimes even enough to revive the dead. Weapons: Dual kodachis Personality: Fiala is very protective of all life. She almost always has a smile on her face, but can be very serious at times. History: Created with only one golden wing, Fiala never really fit in with the other angels. They often avoided her, considering her to be a flaw tainting the very image of perfection. It was her close relationship with God himself that saved her from becoming a fallen one. From God Fiala gained an undying love for the human race and a strong desire to protect them. It was this desire that led her to Earth, in order to protect what few humans remain. Other: Fiala is fierce in the battle field, but often lacks balance in every day life due to her single wing. Lucifer's Demons: Username: Emelith Xiuhcoatl Roleplay Name: Kira Race: Demon Age: 19 Appearance: http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/..._DarkAngel.jpg Side: Lucifer's Demons Abilities: fast Striker Powers: She can control water and fire so that they turn into dangerous crystals, and lethal weapons Weapons: Dark Scythe, Dark Crystal Rapier, Demonic Bow Personality: She acts all sweet and innocent, but she has a cold heart. She smiles at pain History: Kira was born an angel, but all the misdeeds that she did on the earth have caused her to turn so evil that only Lucifer would except her. She still has her angel form, but it is more demonic than anything. Other: She has 3 pet bats The Holy Beings: |
"And as the skies turn a to a purple hue and the heavy fog of destruction covers the earth, man shall make it's last stand. It will be in the last patch of Human life, a final city not yet lost to power."Quoted an almost English sounding voice. It was light and it was easily caught in the wind. The womans face was blank as she spoke, her voice almost a mono-tone as she looked over the city, a quiet statue on the top of a building. She smirked then as she continued her conversation with herself.
"With the aid of the angels the humans may have a chance against the foul demons and another legend born, one of a fallen god and of a triumphant Demon."At this she laughed to herself, how funny it all seemed. She changed how she was sitting, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the building and slowly opening her now gray wings. She was no longer an angel under the order of God, and then she wasn't a demon. She may have been kicked out of Heaven, but Hell had not welcomed her either. She was neither holy nor was she evil, she was an in between with the power of her choice, she was a fallen angel, doomed to find where she belonged. "But where do I stand, I wonder? What do I represent? Am I to choose a side or just watch from the sidelines? Questions that go through my mind, but have no answer. Perhaps it's wisdom I'm looking for... or maybe just a chance to redeem myself... I want to find the answer, but the way is full of fog and I'm lost as I wander through it."A soft sigh broke through her lips as she flexed her wings. Her hands felt the edge of the building, it's cool cement was hand on her hands. In a simple second, she pushed herself off the ledge and let herself fall. Almost instinctively her wings opened and soon she was flying over the last remaining city of the human kind. She hoped she was going to find the answers that her soul had been searching for. |
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Verin's falchion lay by his side, the warm blankets that he had found in a small town were wrapped around him and two nude forms. He sighed as he stretched and stood up, pulling his clothes over his body. He slipped out his tent and into the warm day, just outside the last stronghold of man his army waited, too far for a long range attack. They had hidden themselves in a natural dip in the ground and positioned defences around themselves. He wondered if the humans were shaking in their boots right now, getting up for guard duty or some ridiculous thing like that, he wondered if his father's army and the angels would put aside their differences for long enough to massacre his troops. He wondered most of all though if he could even keep a small country, create a new land for his people. A female came up to him and slipped his armour over his body. He smiled slightly and placed a hand on her shoulder, "wak' up tha general and tha grunt in my tant, please", he smiled and strolled into the mess hall. |
Standing in a desolate field not far from town, Fiala kept her eyes on the sky. She often found herself simply listening to the chaos of the surrounding world. The air seemed heavy and a sense of finality filled the atmosphere. "Soon, soon..." She thought to herself. Never had her existence been so full of tragedy than with these poor human souls, even compared to living with the cold-hearted angels above. "But how many must die before this ends?" She whispered to the sky, clasping her hands together. This defective angel wasn't mainly concerned with who won; only that these humans were allowed the future that they deserved. This she would admit to nobody, even herself. Realizing that she had much work to do, Fiala slowly made her way towards the vital City of Man.
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"Oh why does this stuff always happen to me??" Dahlila whined. "Ever since I left all my other brothers were favorited." Then she looked around, took a little book out of her pocket, read a few words that sounded like an unknown language, and before you knew it a house that looked like it was from hell popped up from the grass smooth and moist grass. She slowly walked inside with a lethargic look on her face. Dahlila was so tired but she didn't want to go to sleep. She wanted to beg her father for forgivness or get accepted into heaven. Dahlila wished she had courage like Verin. Verin was Dahlila's idol plus he was her older brother. Dahlila never knew the location of where her brother settled in but she really wished it was close by. Dahlia wanted to join his side and fight for what is right. |
The wind felt cool against her as she flew through the air. She didn't sparkle in the dim light, like her other angel counterparts; neither did she have some dark aurora around her. She was bare, a simple soul that had some how found wings. What different was she from the human. She stopped then to hover over a some what crowed street. She watched the people run around, making armor, stealing food, buying and selling and playing. As she watched them, she realized what had made her so different. She had looked upon god, seen his magnificent face and failed him not once, but twice. She was banished from Heaven and not ever sent to hell. She unlike the humans had no where to go when she was killed."Will I just... vanish? Am I just some evenest factor to the universe?"
Her hands formed into fists and she slowly started to descend. The people looked at her. In this day and age it wasn't unnatural to see an angel land among the people. However, her kind it was. She looked very different from the angels... so almost looked normal. Except for her wings and her strange eyes. She was used to the stares by now and ignored them... for the most part. There was always that one person that over did it, had to comment on something, to compare her to the angels. These were the times she wanted to go shake that person and say how much a hypocrite that person is. She was as close to god as they were... at least thats what she hoped. |
Fiala stumbled through the streets of the city, astonished by the number of people inhabiting it. She blushed often as they stared at her, their faces full of an emotion that she had never encountered before. "Sympathy...?" She pondered. God had taught her all about these fragile beings and the range of emotions they tend to show. Fiala stopped abruptly in the middle of the street, her train of thought thoroughly interrupted. There was a large crowd of people gazing at the sky, at something descending from above. Was it an angel, or something completely different? "What a lovely shade of gray..." She whispered to herself. Fiala was baffled by this neutral angel. She had never seen anything like it. She stretched her single wing with a curious smile.
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Dyanae let out a tired groan, stumbling through her new "ruler's" camp almost blindly; she wasn't exactly coherent in the mornings, especially without her beloved coffee.
She rubbed her eyes with her right hand, a small yawn escaping her lips shortly after. 'I need coffee...' she thought miserably. 'There's gotta be some coffee in this camp.' Their camp wasn't perfect, they were afterall still in the throes of recruitment, with some of the demons preferring to stay neutral and 'sit on the fence' so to speak. She didn't see what was difficult for them to think about, it was either remain under the dictatorship Lucifer called 'ruling' or join his son and her childhood friend, Verin, and live under a fairer rule. Was there really any contest between the two? Lifting her head, she sniffed cautiously, the camp wasn't exactly a picture of perfect hygiene, with some of the demons caring little to none about their own state of cleanliness, so one had to be careful when searching for scents. Surprisingly, buried beneath the repugnant odour of sweat, blood and other things she'd rather not mention, Dyanae smelt the familiarly beautiful aroma of her personal elixir of life. She sighed dreamily, and then stumbled off to find her coffee. |
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Dahlila walked outside knowing her wings could not be hidden from human eyes. People stared in confusion wondering why she had wings. Her father told her that if anyone stres at you rudely then slit their throats but Dahlila ignored the comment and went on. She wanted to explore the mysterious land that she was sent to. She saw some gooey stuff with sprinkles on a cone. A lady holding a weird creature in her purse that looked like a giant rat. Most of all she saw how odd the people on earth dress. "What strange ways this culture has." Dahlila thought and went on exploring the earth. |
Verin stood in his armour, moaning to one of his generals about the fact that the armour restricted his movement. The general laughed and told him that he should get all the 'movement' in that he needed at night. Verin laughed and then turned to the large pot of brown liquid at his side, "what is this, stuff, General Junt"? The general looked at it, "coffee, sir".
Verin's mount, a large red ape, stood at his side as he slowly swung himself up onto it's back. He righted his armour and weapons and kicked the ape into a slow walk, looking for his right hand woman. He had a mission he needed help with, which he needed Dyanae for. |
Dyanae was still making her way, albeit clumsily, across the camp. Although now, what with her ever-increasing need for coffee, she was scowling and her eyebrows were furrowed.
'Where's the damn coffee?' she thought irritably, glaring at a demon as he (or she, for she couldn't really tell to be perfectly honest) passed in front of her. 'If I find out someone else has taken my coffee, I swear there will be blood...' Her scowl lessened when she smelt her coffee nearing. Her eyes brightened and a wide grin spread across her face upon seeing a familiar red ape, with a familiar friend sitting on it's back. All she could reall register at that moment though, was the pot of coffee in Verin's hand. "Coffee!" She shrieked, bounding over to the ape excitedly. "Coffee! Coffee~" |
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Her eyes scanned the familiar scene as she landed. The people looking at her, trying to figure out what she was. Was she hear to help; to kill? She shook her head as the people started to back away from her with a bit of fear aiding there steps. She felt the cool earth touch her feet and she smiled sheepishly. It was always a god thing when she could feel the earth, even though she didn't know for how much longer she would be able to. It was then she felt a different kind of stare. It wasn't one that seemed to ridicule her for what she was, it was a confused glare or even one of fear... it almost felt like this person was curious. She shook her head, this time in disbelief rather then disgust. She had never been given a chance for people to get to know her, this person was wondering, like everyone else, what she was going to do. Still, this gaze she felt made her wonder and she wanted to know where it came from at least. Her eyes glanced at the faces around her quickly, but she was surprised at what she had found. Standing back away from the crowd was one lone angel. Her skin gave off that sparkle that hers lacked. Her gaze stayed fixed on her for a short time. Long enough that some of the humans around her started to follow where she was looking. She looked at her smile, smirked, folded her arms across her chest and turned slightly. She was getting ready to defend herself. The people around her gasp and there fear came back to them, but this time they had an 'angel' near them. "Are you here to mock me too? Just like most of the other angels I've seen?" |
Fiala was quick to notice the shift in attention towards herself, and looked at the ground. Her cheeks developed a colorful pink shade to them. Though she was unaware of it, her body weight leaned more to the side of where her single wing rested. This individual was the most puzzling thing Fiala had ever seen, regardless of how odd this world was. It was the accent that Fiala most noticed about this being; she couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. Looking up, she wished she had paid more attention to the different dialects that existed around the world. A soft breeze snapped Fiala out of her daze. "Mock you?" She asked, her tone one of complete wonder, "Why would I do that?" Her golden hair flickered with the wind as she spoke, almost as if punctuating her words.
Some of the more daring humans seemed to snicker, as if what Fiala said was out of sarcasm. Most of the others were simply tense. She understood what they were feeling; or at least she thought she understood. The creature's defensive posture made her a bit nervous as well. Still, it was important to protect these people in the case that things were to become violent. Fiala stretched her wing unknowingly and maintained a small, innocent smile. |
"How dare they mock me..." Zarya thought as she looked at the humans. Her hands turned to tightly balled fists as her anger started to take over. The few humans that had been snickering had noticed a slight change in the aura she gave off and, like the rest of the humans, started to back off, looking at the one-winged 'angel' for help. There was something that didn't seem right to her though. Even the 'angel' had gotten into a protective stance, she hadn't gotten any closer and she didn't look angry... she looked more confused and perhaps innocent.
"It's all just an act..." She said quietly to herself, although she only half believed it. The same breeze that had made the 'angel' look magnificent only threw a loose silver bang into her face. She growled lightly, already angry she didn't care what people thought, before blowing it out of her face. She could still feel the glares of the people around her, and knew that for the most part they had coward behind the 'angel'. What a pathetic race! She shook her head, she wasn't here for a fight, she was here to protect. To protect the same people that seemed to fear her and mock her. Maybe she was the hypocrite after all. Keeping her arms crossed she turned her back towards the 'angel' and started to walk down the street. She seemed different then the others she had met... this confused her and made her wonder why. "Angel, it almost looks like you've never looked upon one of my kind. Stop looking so confused and decide what your going to do."She glanced back over her shoulder and noticed how quiet everything had gotten. People had stopped talking and the place looked like it had been petrified. Each person takeing the form of a statue. "You can stay and be their hero and mock me as I leave, or you can follow..." |
Fiala stared up at the sky, focusing on the decision at hand. It could have very well been a trap. Nothing moved except the wind and the gray angel. Fiala realized that this was the first decision she had to make for herself. "What an exciting feeling..." She whispered. A few of the humans began to murmur amongst themselves, feeling slightly more secure as the other turned away. Fiala frowned slightly as the individual gained more and more distance. This person could truly be a friend. On the other hand, she had been quick to take a defensive decision. "All well." Fiala thought, gaining back her usual smile. "Oh, wait up!" She called after and stumbled towards the gray being, much to the humans' dismay. The wind seemed to push her along, carrying the sarcastic voices of the mortals as well; whispers of a fallen being and a defective angel.
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Zarya wasn't expecting the 'angel' to follow her and expected her to stay with the humans. She had already blocked out any sound from behind her and didn't really hear the 'angel' call after her. She did however turn to look at the being stumbling towards her in surprise. It was strange, watching an 'angel' ran after her in an nonthreatening manner. She didn't know what to do, but she stopped and waited for her to catch up. Glancing back now, she could hear a quiet buzz of the men, even though she was far enough away, she knew that it was talk about her and about this 'angel'.
Looking at this 'angel', Zarya was confused by the smile. Why did she seem so happy? It made her feel a bit uneasy, like it was masking something. She didn't want to see to open to this person, but she didn't want to seem like she was blocking them out. She relaxed her arms a bit and bent her wings slightly, as if to get ready to block an attack. Then she tried to smile, although she could tell it looked a bit goofy, her being out of practice."I'm surprised that you followed me." The people in the street watched the two of them quietly talking amongst themselves. |
As she caught up to the other, Fiala turned to the humans and gave them a cheerful wave goodbye. This seemed to confuse them more than anything else. "Why wouldn't I follow?" She asked as she turned around to face her new found 'friend'. The rusty smile made Fiala a little sad. It didn't seem as if this one had smiled for quite some time. In addition, her stance seemed to have taken on a defensive quality. Fiala herself had a lopsided posture, one that left her completely vulnerable in the case of an attack. She had decided to trust this being whole heatedly from the moment she left those fascinating humans. Stretching her wing, Fiala reached over and plucked a radiant feather from herself. In heaven, Fiala saw angels exchange feathers often; it was a true sign of friendship. "Here!" She said excitedly, offering it to her new 'friend'.
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"Most Angels wouldn't want to be around me... an outcast from Heaven." Zarya watched the angel in front of her with much curiosity. She watched her pluck one of her golden feathers and hold it out to her excitingly. She knew what it meant, but she didn't understand why this angel wanted her to be her friend. In fact, she was so surprised, she didn't move. Her face was shocked really, did the angel really want her to take the feather? It was hard for her to think that she did, yet, the angel stood in front of her, feather in hand. It took a second for her hand to even twitch before moving it slowly towards the feather. The feather was softer then a rabbits fur and smooth as silk. It was one thing she missed about her wings. Sure, here feathers were soft, but they were no where near as soft and amazing as the angels.
As Zarya took her feather, she pulled one of her gray ones out. She tried to find one with a more silvery hint to it and held it out to the angel to take. She wasn't as excited as the Angel was, instead she was rather nervous. She also let her wings fall loosely back and left her defensive posture to one a bit more welcoming."Umm... I'm Zarya."She said quietly, unsure of what the angel would do. |
Fiala's head tilted in wonder. "An outcast?" She said in a soft, questioning voice. She couldn't imagine God turning anybody away, especially one of his very own angels. It was almost unthinkable, yet here she was; a fallen angel. Questions about this being and her situation flooded her mind in a matter of second. It pleased Fiala to no end when the being accepted her token of friendship, and even offered one of her own beautiful feathers. Fiala took it without a moment of hesitation. It gleamed in the light from above, a beautiful shade of silvery gray. To Fiala, it rivaled the beauty of the golden feathers that most angels had. "My name is Fiala!" She said, unable to control her excitement. She clutched the silvery feather as if it were the most important thing in the universe.
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"Fiala"Zarya said quietly. Her first friend she had in a long time. She was at a loss of what to do next. She had never been around someone so... happy? She found it strange how she held her gray feather and that reminded her that she didn't want to lose the golden one she was given. She took a few stands of hair from the side of her head and started to braid it. As it neared the bottom, she placed the feather in it's center and twirled it into the braid, so that was hanging loosely from her hair. It was quite the contrast to her slivery hair and her dark clothing. Then she nodded. "I had loved someone, something, that Angels are not supposed to and was deemed untrust worthy. So I became an outcast, a shunned angel."She said and then looked at Fiala. She didn't want to sadden her friend..."But thats alright. I feel more... free. Besides, it's all in the past now."She looke at the ground almost ashamed and shrugged. |
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