Post by nyteshayde on Apr 29, 2011 0:10:54 GMT -5
(No this won't go into her History, this is before now.)
Zmey remembers when she was first born. The creation of her very soul which glimmered in the darkness. Though instead of wings of feather, she was given the gift of the Dragon. She felt both her human-like form and her animal be carved into perfection. But the only thing left was to make herself, truly make herself. She was created into existence and thus had the free will to be who she wanted to be.
Gracefully and carefully she was set upon the soft golden grass. Her senses adapting to what was around her. She was clad in black garments, and her dragonic wings rested against her pale back. Testing her muscles she was able to spread these extentions of her shoulder blades. Her onyx colored wings spread to an impressive 12 feet span, she was the creation of Nightmares, and the creation of protection from them. She lived for milliena, watching as He created more of the Angels, and his realm. Inside she felt the stirring of another... soul? One that granted her the ability to break her body, and reshape. She was delighted with the gift and never really bothered to know why she had it.
As the years went by, and her silver eyes watched the new creation of His. She enjoyed seeing them learn and grow. But saddened as war found its way to them. She shed a tear as many died and reached for her. Always she held out her hand and brought them home.
As the Great War was brought upon the vast lasts of what some call Heaven, she was completely torn. And she fought the battle for the 'Dark' side you could say. She lost the battle and was thrown from the heavens. She saw Him shed a tear as he was forced to banish her. Zmey recalls hitting the ground with a rather defening sound. The impact effecting the nature around her. She had no idea what her fall had done to the human kind that resided below where she was born.
Zmey remembers when she was first born. The creation of her very soul which glimmered in the darkness. Though instead of wings of feather, she was given the gift of the Dragon. She felt both her human-like form and her animal be carved into perfection. But the only thing left was to make herself, truly make herself. She was created into existence and thus had the free will to be who she wanted to be.
Gracefully and carefully she was set upon the soft golden grass. Her senses adapting to what was around her. She was clad in black garments, and her dragonic wings rested against her pale back. Testing her muscles she was able to spread these extentions of her shoulder blades. Her onyx colored wings spread to an impressive 12 feet span, she was the creation of Nightmares, and the creation of protection from them. She lived for milliena, watching as He created more of the Angels, and his realm. Inside she felt the stirring of another... soul? One that granted her the ability to break her body, and reshape. She was delighted with the gift and never really bothered to know why she had it.
As the years went by, and her silver eyes watched the new creation of His. She enjoyed seeing them learn and grow. But saddened as war found its way to them. She shed a tear as many died and reached for her. Always she held out her hand and brought them home.
As the Great War was brought upon the vast lasts of what some call Heaven, she was completely torn. And she fought the battle for the 'Dark' side you could say. She lost the battle and was thrown from the heavens. She saw Him shed a tear as he was forced to banish her. Zmey recalls hitting the ground with a rather defening sound. The impact effecting the nature around her. She had no idea what her fall had done to the human kind that resided below where she was born.