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Post by mauve on Apr 28, 2011 2:30:51 GMT -5
He looked over to the ominous and ghost like figure, and when she spoke he listened with an unknown attentiveness. He felt her age and experience, and felt something equal to respect for her. He listened to her words and responded in a reserved tone:
[purple]Flowing here and there...just existing. Trying to find someplace to settle...[/purple]
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 28, 2011 20:29:30 GMT -5
She nodded as he spoke, and she held out her hand to him, urging him to take it. Her pupiless silver eyes trailing over his frame which stood taller than she even with the slightly slumped shoulders.
" Come in Cleric, you can settle here and no longer /just/ exsist." She softly spoke to him, her back still turned to her group that has began to gradually settle. " You no longer need to wander." Zmey smiled lightly at the fallen angel and waited to see if he would take her hand. Though a question wormed it's way inside her skull, " Do you remember me?" The question left her lips before she thought twice about it, as she never really ever been direct about something, but she waited for the answers anyway.
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Post by mauve on Apr 29, 2011 1:56:07 GMT -5
Cleric gently grasped the woman's hand, and stepped out of the shade completely. He kissed he hand before letting go, customary for those who he feels "familiarity" with. He wondered why he felt this towards her but shrugged it off...
[purple]I am sorry my memory isn't what it used to be...after so long we often...forget things.[/purple]
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 29, 2011 2:08:35 GMT -5
She smiled at him, deciding to attempt to renew his memory. " My dear friend... do you remember the Angel with the dragon's wings?" She softly asked him, gradually changing back to how she used to be. Most of her features stayed the same: Her eyes, skin tone and height. But her hair went shadow black, seeming to move on its own, the wings she kept tucked against her spine slid from her back with ease and no pain. Stretching themselves out after thousands and thousands of years of being unused. Even in the darker light, they glinted much like a polished piece of onyx. She was clad in a strapless dress, one that clinged and hung off her frame at the same time, the back was cut low, hanging on to the small of her back; it was meant to give her wings the freedom of movement at their bases. She truely looked like a beautiful nightmare.
She continued to watch him, aware of her silent group behind her still, none seemed to breathe or move to her. Time didn't pass.
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Post by mauve on Apr 29, 2011 2:27:47 GMT -5
One thing that finally struck him was that she called him by his first name, when he realized that she was already transforming. He stood stupified and watched as she transformed, where he finally recognized her. The beautiful nightmare...
[purple]Death really is a woman...[/purple]
He smiled a little at the familiar figure, and decided to transform as well. He let the darkness empty out of his eyes as it became luminescent and silvery. The tint on his body darkened slightly, and he stood up proud and tall. The black wings protruded out of his back, and stretched out far. His hair grew and at exceptional rate and became silver as it touched his waist.
[purple]Hello my dear friend... it has truly been a while[/purple]
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Post by nyteshayde on May 1, 2011 0:59:02 GMT -5
Zmey smiled at the fallen angel, and watched as he seemed to take on a look as her complete opposite. " It has been a long time, my friend"
She spread out her leathery wings, stretching them out to ease the slight pain of them being confined for so long. She offered him her hand to lead him inside. " Come inside Cleric" She tells him, happy to see her old friend again.
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Post by silver Angel on May 1, 2011 14:02:30 GMT -5
Silver was put off by Lilly's mind tricks, and being a gifted shifter he recognized them for what they were. He like the distraction however for a minute, but it hadn't changed his mind. His wolf nostril began taking in the scent of the Fallen Angel, yet he saw the situation was taken care of so he began to follow Lilly.
As Lilly began to walk off he sensed she may have been angry and decides to fester off the bad feeling. He felt he had successfully brought her down and celebrated doing it, though he hated feeling like this. As he followed he thought about shifting along the way, so he could lock himself in a room and end it without her. He knew she wasn't going to let him kill himself, and part of him wanted to. He decides to wait however, to appear hopefully more sane than he felt. He in some ways didn't trust Lilly, if he shifted back she may take his knife completely away from him. As he realized that was a possibility he watched the doorways in the corridor looking for a locking door he could escape into.
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Post by nyteshayde on May 13, 2011 0:28:12 GMT -5
Zmey walked back to her group, noticing some had gone. Her hand had taken Clerics and she pretty much pulled him inside. She looked about the vast room, her eyes falling on another portrait, wondering how anyone could have missed it and therefore didn't make the instant connection.
It was of her, in her true form. Embracing her siblings with her leathery wings, and in the midst of it all, one was out of place as he wasn't related to her at all. Cleric stood in the embrace as well, having been a good friend of hers and the family. She smiled and turned her back to it, sighing as she took in the already beginning desruction of her furniture. " Zed, there is no need to be in your true form, lets take it down a couple of notches so you don't break everything." She said it with a smile, a hint of laughter in her voice, not really heartbroken over the damaged chair, knowing it was normal for him to be a bit clumsy.
She turned her gaze to the Angel at her side, wondering what took him so long to find her.
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Post by silver Angel on May 13, 2011 8:22:21 GMT -5
Silver began to tire of following her and turned his back, audits raising, as he headed back finding Zmey in the room he had left only minutes before. He still had his knife on his mind but maybe a talk with Zmey would help. He figured it was definitely worth a shot, but he didn't want to change back. So he got close to her and sat back upon his haunches hoping she could understand him, "Can you understand me," he asked in barks. He felt a bit odd trying to talk to her this way, but afterall this was his favorite form.
He waited keeping himself haunched as his tail stayed straight behind him on the ground. He attempted to lick her hand somewhat showing he remembered her somewhat, yet his memory seemed pretty fuzzy. As he did so his cranium downcasted showing the scent of his parents was causing a bunch of bad memories to surface and he just wanted them back. He added after a long pause, she may have already responded when he added, "Does it ever get easier?" Although he was in wolf form a tear seemed to drip from his right orb and since his face was cast downwards the tear crossed over the wolf's cheekbone and down the snout till it got close to nostril where it quickly dripped to the ground where it seemed to dissipate and dry quickly, symbolizing his hopes and dreams.
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Post by nyteshayde on May 18, 2011 20:22:56 GMT -5
Zmey knelt in front of Silver, gently stroking his head and neck, smiling softly at him. "Yes, I can.. And it depends on how you'd like to handle it.. With help it does get better most of the time, without the chances are slim.."
She knew what it was like to loose family, her eyes looked up at the many portraits before leveling with the wolf's in front of her.
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Post by silver Angel on May 20, 2011 4:33:33 GMT -5
Silver's orbs closed as she began scratching it. It felt so good to be petted and finally it seemed as if Lilly had left him alone. That whole thing had creeped him out, she almost seemed to crush on him and he found himself going along even though he didn't like her at all. He opened his orbs again as Zmey began to speak. She seemed to know everything and he liked talking with her, "Thank you," was all he could manage not wanting her to see his wolf form whine.
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Post by omgboi on May 21, 2011 19:21:11 GMT -5
Kaleb wandered through the woods, the memory of Jamey haunting his every step. A single tear flowed from his pupil-less eye as he roared in frustration. Why did everyone leave him when they found out what he was? He had revealed himself to Jamey only to have his heart broken yet again. Kaleb had thought he had found the one, but obviously he had been wrong. Jamey had screamed in disbelief before punching Kaleb in the nose and running away. Kaleb rubbed his now-crooked nose and winced. It still hurt a bit. He slumped on a rock in the middle of these desolate woods and crushed a small rat with his boot-clad foot. Picking it up with shaky hands he ripped its head off and drained it of it's essence. He pushed himself up with his hands on his knees after throwing the disgusting thing away.
If only he could find someone worthwhile....he thought about the special gun he had tucked away in his napsack that was slung around his shoulders. He wanted to use it so, so badly. It would obliterate every hurt and pain he had suffered, just wash them away. No one would find him in these woods, not for a long time. By then he would just be a pile of bones and ash. His spidery fingers ached to pull the trigger but he fought the urge. Why didn't he use the gun when Amory told him to? Am was right, he was just a disgusting monster that was incapable of finding love. That's all Kaleb wanted: to find love. All he had ever wanted, even when he was human.
He roughly pushed his bangs out of his face and traipsed through the dark forest. "God....god DAMN IT!" His scream rang through the forest, loud enough for anybody in the vicinity to hear. He ran blindly through the trees, his senses keeping him from smacking into any of them. Without realizing it he was at the front door of a mansion, his fists cracking the heavy wood of the door. After a few seconds he drew his foot back and kicked at the door, breaking it in half and roaring so loudly. Loud enough to shake the frame of the house as he burst into the front room-which was filled with a group of people.
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Post by nyteshayde on May 21, 2011 19:33:28 GMT -5
Zmey wanted to hit her head against her wall as another brute broke her door. "For the love of the God who the hell barged in here?!"
The personification of Death, turned and looked upon a very pissed off vampyre. The door recreating itself behind him. ' Oh dear....' is what ran through her head, she turned back and pressed a light kiss to Silver's muzzle. Then looked back at Kaleb.
"Oh god Kaleb, what happened to you?" She said as she walked towards him, sliding her wings back into her back, she didn't understand why everyone was suddenly showing up.
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Post by omgboi on May 21, 2011 19:48:18 GMT -5
Kaleb's jaw dropped and he blinked in astonishment at the Fallen Angel before him. "Z....Zemy?! Oh...my....god..." He blushed as memories of her came flooding back to him. Kaleb Aima collapsed against his past love's body as he was racked with sobs.
After a few moments the initial shock wore off and he kissed her cheek happily. "OMFG Zems! I never thought I'd see you again!" His pupil-less eyes looked up into her silvery ones and he wiped away his tears. "Oh god Zems it's...it's just that...." He roared again and spun himself out of Zemy's arms, leaning against the wall as he dug an extremely sharp knife out of his black trench coat pocket. "Zems....Amory was right Zems...I am a monster!" The blade of the knife pressed into his already scarred wrist and he pressed it in hard. A drop of silver blood dribbled down his wrist and dropped in the floor.
This was the only knife that could make him bleed, and he was in possession of the only gun that could end his life. He wanted to, so badly. Seeing Zemy brought up the confused emotions of his youth, when he was...well...very confused. He sunk on the ground, his PVC trench sliding up to cover the bottom of his chin. He looked up at Zemy and his heart tore, what was left of it anyway. "Jamey....left me...everyone...left me..."
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Post by nyteshayde on May 21, 2011 20:02:05 GMT -5
Zmey held onto Kay, and smiled. Though her features saddened some as she watched him. "Kay..." She said before reaching towards him. She listened to him sob, and lightly ran her fingers through his hair. "Kay I never left, and you are not a monster. She growled lightly at the thought.
"I'm still here." She said to him.
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