Hiding in the shadows… She’d spent her entire life trying to do that. Always, however, the day dreamer seemed to get noticed. Delilah suppressed a sigh at this thought, thinking that the shadows… would be the only place she would find no pain or anything resembling joy. Still.. There was always joy in this world…even if it was hard to find.

It was with this thought her ruby lips curved into a delicate smile, her slender fingertips wrapping around Alana’s own. Her touch was light, timid, but graceful much like a birds as she held the other’s hand in a quick embrace. “I….thank you for your kindness m’lady…” Delilah said quietly in her far away voice, bowing her head once more in greeting. She gave her then another smile, studying her as she tilted her head to the side. “But surely you do not need to include me.. I’m just a wandering cat…”

Alana chuckled a bit. She had never been called M'lady before and found it suprisingly funny and ironic.

"I am just Alana. And no one deserves to be left out ever. I insist you join me as it seems the other one is leaving soon."

She glared at the male standing there. She always did hate it when good conversations got ruined.

Deliliah smiled warmly at Alana a moment, her mind reeling back to her Reed, how he had said something similar to her once. For a moment she looked at Alana, thinking absently… a princess to rescue me? The daydreamer shook her head at such a thought, smiling softly at the ground. For a moment she seemd lost in her own day dream but she then looked up again.

“I..I’d like that” She murmured softly in reference to joining her in conversation. It was a moment before she glanced curiously at the male. She wondered briefly if her presence had cuased him to hide…No she could see it in him simply because it mirrored so closely her own self, that hiding was just what he did….

Arcaintha ran through the forest as fast as she could, padded feet flying across the soft ground. She didn't make a sound as she passed through low shrubs and lept over fallen trees, swiftly continuing on her path through the wilderness. Light filtered down in patches through the leaves above her, dappling her fur a lighter shade of brown when she entered the soft beams. She didn't have anywhere important to be; she just wanted to run, and her wolf form was best suited to that purpose. This was one of her favorite forms, as the speed and power that came with it made her feel free. She could stay in this form for days and never grow tired of it, though it wouldn't be very practical.

Finally a scent drifted on the air to her nose that she recognized; it was the scent of people. Obviously she had reached the village that lay on the edge of the forest. Cain hadn't recieved any jobs recently and she was growing bored. This town provided the perfect oppotunity for her to find some work. She stopped at the edge of the forest and shifted to her human form before she entered the village. A wolf, even a regular one, would never be overlooked in a village where it could do harm to small children or frighten away customers from any number of buisnesses, and she could never pass for a regular wolf. For one, her wolf form was a fair bit larger than a regular wolf, with more muscle and thicker fur. If that didn't clue anyone in, the blue markings in her brown fur certainly would. In her human form, however, she looked like any other human. Setting the pack she had been carrying on her back down, she opened it up and slipped into some clothing before slinging it over her shoulder again.

She entered the village calmly with her arms swaying by her side. First she would look around and see what kind of place this village was; she had never been here before. It seemed nice enough, with children running around playing with their family dog while the parents bartered with merchants. There were also plenty of workers around as well, ignoring and being ignored by the children and whoever else happened by them. Only when someone was in their path did they make themselves heard.

Cain looked at all the people closely, trying to see at a glance if anyone required the services she had to offer. She was quite good at reading people; it was a hobby of hers. No one jumped out at her so she continued her route through the town. When she passed a wash house, she realized that the clothing she had stored in her pack for her human form to wear hadn't been washed in quite some time. She had ment to do that earlier but had become distracted. Checking her coin purse, she decided she had enough to try using this place. She had never used a service like this before, so it would be an interesting first experience. Opening the door to the building, she walked in and set her pack down. When no workers came to greet her immediatly, her curiousity got the better of her and she began to have a look around.

(thats allright. I am sure I can ramble on until someone comes to meet me. Just a heads up: I won't be back until Sunday night)


Amerie laughed nervously as she watched the girl get up and dust herself off. She said something inaudibal and stumbled off. Amerie blinked and shook her head, going over to her wash basin to beging pulverising the material in the greying water. Due to the non available resources they often reused water for about a month before changing. It made the water get awful grey and dusty, so you just have to hope that there is nothing white you have to wash. Though in the occasion of wedding frocks, the white lace is carefully washed in sugar water to make it stiff and bouncy on the womens special days.
Amerie considered her life as she kneaded away at a purple fabric, she had no idea what it was or who it belonged to but she found it almost irrasistable. She looked around before she hastilly pulled it out of the water and wrung it, putting it in the back and warpping it up in leather. She had the desire to take it home with her, no idea why, she just did.
She dashed out the front in time to see Margarette stumble in moaning. Amerie took another fabric and began the rigamrole again.

Alana looked at her with an even bigger smile and took her hand pulling her where she was standing earlier.

"SO tell me a little about yourself."

(sorry dont know what else to write lol short post ftl)

“Me? I…well… My name is Deliliah, or ‘Lilah if you prefer…I.. I’m not sure there’s much else to tell. I’m nothing special really….Miss?”Deliliah nearly stammered in response, her ears and tail high into the air out of shock as she was tugged along. She blushed faintly, Alana’s skin was soft…yet there was a slight roughness where she held her bow. All in all a pleasant contrast, the day dreamer mused inwardly.

She paused, not sure what thee pretty, dark haired woman’s name was. She thought she had heard it but she wasn’t sure…so merely left it hanging as an unspoken question. She gave Alana then a soft smile, the smile quiet and rather shy… just like Lilah. A beautiful princess and a handsome prince…how did she stumble on two such beings?

((its fun to write all day dreamy lol))

(omg it looks like it but its just kinda girly for me ive always been tomboyish)

She smiled at the girl.

"I am Alana. I am a fallen angel. I live to help others. I always fight my own battles and no one can ever best me. I always have a plan and theres no way for me to lose my head. I never fall for guys anymore not since the last time. But they tend to fall for me."

She sat down in the grass next to her bow and arrows.

"Thats about it for me."

((Lol usually is for me too but its nice to do something different every once in a while ^.^ And I’ve been doing a lot of strong, low emotion, outgoing characters of late so it’s kinda fun to do a daydreaming, shy little kitten))

Alana.. It was a pretty name Lilah observed inwardly. Then again, the feline always thought that names had their own musical flavor to them….each one a different note, a different meaning. As she spoke, crimson orbs flowed over her jaw line a moment as if looking for the strength in the set of it. A beautiful warrior…with a hidden, broken but warm heart. This was what Alana was, she decided.

What had she been through? Had a lover betrayed her? Or had a lover died…alana unable to stop it? This and other romantic notions swirled through her as she tired to figure out the ‘last time’ was. Breaking from her thoughts she slowly sat upon the grass, reaching out to touch the bow with one fingertip. “Supple but strong….” She murmured, either talking of the curving wood of the bow or alana or both…with Delilah one never really knew. “How do you help others?” She then asked with genuine interest, looking upwards.

(yeah my new stars wars character on a knights tale my star wars role play site is a shy bounty hunter. Its something new lol. Omg your character is so funny. If she heard the story of Alana and Dante she would just die in fantasy.)

She watched as the girl messed with her bow. SHe listened to her mutter something but she wasent sure what she said.

"I usually do anything I can. I know if I do enough god will see fit to let me have my angelic glory back. He knows I made a mistake and I know soon enough I will be forgiven."

((<3 hehe))

“What do you need forgiving for?” She asked the question before she could stop herself, peering into Alana’s eyes as if to somehow divine the truth from them. She could not help her curiosity, and said it aloud though afterwards she clamped her hand delicately over her own ruby lips. Had she really said such a rude thing aloud? For a moment she looked away and her ears lowered, as if expecting to be yelled at for it.

(<3 to you to. Where has aoi been? She hasent replied for a while)

Alana chuckled some at her reaction to what she had said. She never hid anything from anyone. She had no reason to. She could care less what people thought of her for most of those people died easily anyways. And a lot tasted pretty good.

"I fell in love with a demon." was all she said. She stared at her deep in her eyes with a serious expression on her face.

((dunno, she’s not on aim right now is all I know. Lol an angel in love with a demon, Delilah‘s dream xD))

“Ooohhh” She said slowly, her eyes widening. Delilah seemed for a moment in shock, her fingertip against her lip so the claw pressed in a little. It was not that, however, but more that she was so swept up with the romance of it for a moment. An angel falling…literally… for a demon. Love that broke even the bonds of good and evil…defied god himself.

Shaking her head to clear it, causing her ears to hit against her hair from the sudden motion. “I… I see. And…did the demon love you?” Lilah couldn’t help but continue her questions, despite a flush of embarrassment at her own boldness. It was like a novel… it seemed impossible. Still she could not tear her eyes from Alana’s or resist asking the questions. It just seemed so…soo… tragically beautiful.

(I knew it was perfect for her. Ha ha I guess im a daydreamer cuz I made that. Omg if you wanna read the full story of Alanas fall go to the book section and look for the topic Alanas demise. Its the part one of it. Im going to post part two tonight and after that is coming part three when I write it)

Alana laughed loudly at this question.

"I thought he did but it turns out I was only a job. All he cared about was to please his master. He never thought about the fact that thanks to him I got pregnant."

Oh…” For a moment Delilah seemed as if she was the one with a broken heart, feeling as if Alana’s pain was her own. She had always been a very empathetic person and her day dreaming just made things worse. The look of pain passed quickly, however, as timidly she reached over a hand to touch the back of Alan’s in a gentle feather light touch. It would feel almost like a bird brushed against her hand.

Delilah gave Alana a soft smile then, looking at Alana with compassion despite the way Alana tried to brush it off. “That’s too bad… then he gave up heaven for another’s dark pleasure. I’m sure your child is beautiful…” Shyly she then drew back her hand, putting her hands in her own lap and looking downward. “I am sorry if I ask so many questions…”

Alana grinned at her. She knew this daydreamer was having the time of her life. She was in an actual fairy story.

"Would you like to meet my darling Talitha?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

Delilah looked up slowly at the question, pausing for only a moment before nodding. “Of course.” The feline answered, smiling warmly. Her pale hands gathered in her lap closer a moment, her gaze staring upwards into the sky briefly. AT least from all of it came a sparkling gem… hope, and a child… a child loved deeply by her mother she could tell by Alana’s tone. For a moment a dart of pain and betrayal crossed Delilah’s face, reminded vividly of her own mother… so opposite of Alana. Had she ever loved lilah? Shaking it off she turned to look at Alana and give her a smile, hiding the pain of before within an instant.

Alana pulled a whistle out from in her shirt. She put it to her mouth and blew. It didnt make any noise to the naked ear.

Suddenly a white mist appeared and surrounded them. A young girl in a purple outfit with white wings appeared.

"Yes mother?" She said giving her mom a hug.

Alana felt her eyes tear up as she always did when she saw her angel daughter. She was so beutiful.

"I would like you to meet my new friend. Talitha this is Delilah."

Talitha walked up to Delilah and gave her a hug.

"its wonderful to meet you. I am Talitha an angel. I grant wishes to those who need to make there dreams a reality and I also help people find there true loves. you are sad."

She said pointblankly after she finished speaking.

As the angel appeared Delilah watched the two…feeling like she was intruding almost. The love between mother and daughter…it seemed like a fairytale to her. A beautiful sight… yet heart breaking too for the declared dead feline. For a moment she tilted her head forward, her bangs falling to cover her teary eyes as a warm smile crossed her lips.

She suppressed the tears as she heard Talitha walk close, looking towards her now. She returned the hug slightly with her tail, blushing faintly in surprise. Grant wishes? Surely the daydreamer had fallen into a story book. This thought was ended, however, as the young girl uttered the last sentence. It was a truth few could see in Delilah’s ever present smile. “I.. I’m fine…” she whispered meekly in reply.

She frowned at her.

"You are lying. There is something deep in your soul that needs to be repaired. I cant see what it is but I know its there somewere. If you tell me I will help you with it. Thats what I do."

Alana stood back and watched them. She knew this feline needed some help and thats one reason why she brought Talitha here.

Delilah bit her lip, looking away from the tiny angel. For a moment she gripped her tail, playing with the white furred thing as she stared at the ground. She was either hurt that she was being called a liar…even if she was, or surprised at the angels persistence…or both. Her ears slowly dipped downwards, her crimson eyes darkening slightly. “You… you can’t help me. I’m not broken…just…alone….and…was declared dead by my people. So now I’m here.” She stared at the ground as she said people, not able to say parents. At the last she looked up, smiling warmly at the angel.

Talitha hugged her tightly. She knew she would open up to her eventually.

"I knew there was something. Would you like a new family? If you do I can grant this for you."

As Talitah spoke she returned the hug but simply glanced into the distance. All Delilah wanted really, was to be loved, to be cherished for her oddities rather then condemned for them…still… What family would want to make her, freak among even cat freaks as her people were often called by other races, part of them? Some wishes, the day dreamer thought, were just too big or too hurtful to others to grant. That soft mask of a smile appeared and she shook her head, “It’s okay…” She whispered softly.

Talitha stared at her curiously. There was something she wanted but Talitha knew it would be difficult to get her to admit it. She got an idea. She grabbed ahold of Deliliahs hand and covered the world in a hazy white mist. When the mist cleared and prince was there in whatever shape and form Delilah truly wanted. It was her prince charming. He motioned for her to come to him and Talitha gave her a push.

"GO meet your prince. Your soulmate. The one truly meant for you."

Delilah flushed, unsure for a moment what was happening. She didn’t care what kind of love she got, just that it was true…real… not the false emotion of convenience that her family had felt. Romantic love…well she was a day dreamer wasn’t she? Of course she had such fantasies….Of course she wanted it.

Accordingly her ears perked at the word soul mate but she stumbled at the push. Ironically she had little feline grace, despite her form, but she still caught her balance fairly quickly . “Prince?” Delilah glanced back then to the man, sighing slightly as she gave that bitter sweet smile that came so naturally to her. It was only an illusion, this the day dreamer knew, but would it hurt to give in for a little while? Slowly she stepped forward a few steps to look at the prince, tilting her head to the side.