Falina

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Looks the age of 20 but is really 1,285 years old
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Ange of Life ~ A forgotten myth to mostly everyone this day
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Caring, kind, forgiving, smart, wise, can be weak at times, understanding
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The only remaining Angel of Life on Earth
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Evergreen Eyes, long fiery red hair, perfect fair skin, and perfect slender body

Angel Corvinous

Looks 18ish, but is really about 1,250, but he stopped counting after 1,200

Angel of Death ~ A feared misunderstood myth

He can be caring, loyal, wise, sweethearted, but he can also be, aggresive, violent, scary

The only one not hunted down and killed of yet.

Bright Silvery White eyes, long black flowing hair, smooth skin, and fit tall body.

Falina's bare feet touched the forests' leafy ground as she was making her way back to her little hut she made from months and months of configuring branches and grass together. By this time, it actually looked like an actually village hut. Her white glowing wings hung from her back freely as her loose green dress matched her movement. Every so often, she brushed her fiery red hair form her face from the Summer weather.

She got into her little house and quickly grabbed her new basket that she had woven herself. She was hungry and was in the mood for fruit today. So after that, she hurried to the nearest orchard and picked some berries and pears. She did this every day. Every day, she woke up, roamed the Earth's surface, came back, ate, and slept. She wanted something new to happen -- something exciting.

((I'm not too good with starting posts, but I try))

He had just left his swords at his hut, and was walking around, everyday he'd gone through crap from superstitous people and been chased from town, so he just went to climbing trees and flying above view. He wanted somethng good to happen to him for once, he wanted to be understood, for someone to give him a chance to show the a side of him, no one else cared to see because they couldn't get past what he was.

((It's okay. :)))

Falina froze in her step as her basket dropped from her hands, blueberries, apples, and pears falling to the ground and rolling away. Falina's senses were shot to reality. She sensed darkness approaching near. Her eyes then averted the skies and it was only then when she saw the Angel of Death. Her heart tugged at her painfully as fear spread through her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't even want to be seen. So she hurried and ran as fast as she can back to her little house to hide away.

He sensed the Angel of life, but didn't bother with her, he just continued on his way, landing on the roof of a building in the center of town, he scans the area, not seeing anything of interest, he spreads his wings out and lays down looking up to the sky, watching the clouds go by.

Faline stood with her knees to her chest in the far corner of her house. It was midnight by now and the hut was filled with a soft summer chill. She wrapped her wings around her to create heat. She sighed and slowly by slowly, she fell asleep, laying down in her bed.

He noticed how late it had gotten and got up, flying back to his hut on the opposite side of where he thought hers to be, He landed outside of it and went in, laying down, not needing much because his cold inside made him stay warm surprizingly. He fell asleep, and dreamlessly slept.

The next day, Falina roamed the city to purchase some things she's been needing for a while. Her wings were safely hidden beneath her evergreen summer dress. She walked down the streets of New York City and only had two small shopping bags in her hands so far. Her white sandles felt foreign to her. She let out a sigh, wandering what it would be like if she was a human...and not mortal.

He awoke to a good day, he stayed close to his hut and practiced with his swords, not that he needed practice, out of all the sword fights he's gotten into, he'd never gotten a scratch on him. He just did it to take up time while he hid from those who feared him enough to want him dead.

Falina just sighed as she stirred her fire with her stick. The forest was cold and uncomfortable at the time, but she couldn't complain. She could, but who'd she have to complain to? She sighed and tossed a piece of fish she bought at the store onto her skillet and held it over the fire with her chin resting on her one hand, thinking.

He puts his swords into his hut and walks around the woods, he looks around and hovers at this point, he gets to the other side and notices a hut, he knew the Angel of life was in it, so he just goes on his way and goes to the other side, he then turns and goes back the way he came stopping behind the hut and climbing a tree.

Falina froze and sensed the darkness in the air. She straightened her posture and listened hard and closely. She looked all around, but saw no one. Maybe she was being spied on? No, she didn't see anyone. Maybe he wasn't as close as she thought he was? No, the sixth sense was just way to strong to be distant.

He wanted to met the angel of life, he floated down and went to the front of the hut and knocked. He didn't know what to expect, He wanted to see why he wanted to see her so badly.

Falina jumped and forced back a scream at the knock on her door. So he had come at last? She set her food safely aside as she got up, straightened out her green dress, and walked over to the door, grabbing her defense sword on the way. She opened the door and braced herself. She looked up at a strong, dark, and strangely handsome creature who was the very Angel of Death that she feared the foremost.

"Hello, I thought I'd be nice and see how the angel of life is doing." he says. "So Falina, how are you doing?" He didn't know what he was doing, he certainly wasen't afraid of her, he knew that she knew if she killed him, she'd ruin the balance of the world. Maybe he did want to see her for a reason though.

Falina's eyes stood staring at the Angel of Death before her. He's...actually talking to me...in a friendly way? she asked herself. "Umm...I'm great," she said in a questionable voice, her hand gripping her sword more in case the angel before her would try something. "And yourself?" she then asked.

"I'm good, haven't had to take any life, you know people think I like to do that, but I don't, I do because it's in the job description." he says. He wondered what she was thinking.

Falina just stared at him. Then she managed to nod her head and open up the door more, welcoming him in. "That's understandable. Well, you already know my name, but I don't know yours," she told him as she sat down on one of the couches she bought from Ikea being that it was organic.

"Oh, that's right, where are my manners." he says walking in, closing the door. "I'm Angel." He sat down across from her. He noticed that her hut was a simple little living shealter as his was. "Nice place." he compliments her. "And you look wonderful yourself."

Falina just watched him carefully with a sharp eye as she placed her sword back from where she got it. "I hope you don't mind me saying this...but I thought Angels of Death...don't have manors," she said in a shy tone as she sat down on the other couch. "Oh, thank you. It took about a year to get this far and thank you...as do you," she said, blushing a little.

He looked at his simple but sleek outfit. "Thank you, I've never fit in with the other Angels of death, they loved to take life, I only do when I have to, they have no manners, and I try at least, I've never fit in anywhere really, well, I barely do." he says. "As I thought Angels of life weren't violent." he says respectfully.

Falina relaxed and gave Angel a soft smile. There was something about him that didn't seem like a threat...didn't feel so bad. She just sat there, listening to him. "I know how that gets...It is somewhat hard for me to fit in because of my eye and hair color," she said as she wrapped her brown sweater around her, feeling the morning air become thick with chill, wondering if she would make a fire. "We Angels of Life.....our goal is to try to preserve life as best as possible, but we have to avoid messing with the balance of life."

"Yeah, I know to a point what it must be like to have a job like that, it's hard for ANgels of death too, they're misunderstood, and feared, all I want is for someone to see past what I do as what I am." he says. He feels that she can see past his job. he smiles softly back.

It was almost like fate that Falina clearly saw into his soul. He was good-souled for such a dark creature. He wasn't greedy towards his job like all the other's were. "I know what you mean," she spoke as she got up and went back to cooking her meal, not wanting it to spoil. "I, on the other hand, am taken for granted of my kindness," she told him as she flipped the fish in her skillet.