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Post by Tig on Feb 16, 2009 23:18:40 GMT -5
The air was cold against her pale skin, her dark red hair fell around her shoulders as Fiona silently walked past the various houses and buildings, searching for one to stay in for a while, till she figured out where she was and why she was there. It seemed like she would be stuck in that city for a while. She might as well find a secluded place to stay, away from others. Especially during the full moon, which, thankfully, wouldn't happen for a while.
She glanced at each of the various houses as she walked, they seemed empty, abandoned. It gave her a eerie feeling, as though this was some sort of ghost town, and that there would be no way of escaping. She shivered and wrapped walked up to one of the houses. She pushed the door open, and glanced inside. She scented the air, making sure no one was living there. All she found was a bunch of dust fly up her nose, causing her to sneeze. She rubbed at her nose, then moved inside the house, and started to explore it, in hopes it was suitable for her to stay.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 0:48:35 GMT -5
Myzraels head stopped pounding. His ears caught the sound of someone walking inside the house, and he sensed a presence with his mind as well.
'Its a woman. Not human..' Myzrael thought.
'If she wishes, let her come to me'. As Myzrael crossed his legs and waited on the roof.
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 1:00:02 GMT -5
Fiona had a feeling she wasn't alone. But after checking everything, and taking in every scent, she knew there wasn't someone in the house. She went outside, closing her eyes as she took in every scent. One particular scent made her look up at the roof, not human, not animal. She wasn't sure what exactly. She walked up to the house, and climbed up to the roof, something a normal human would never be able to do. She glanced to the side as she sat at the corner of the roof, spotting the angel. A smirk spread upon her lips. "Ooh, how nice, an angel."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 3:02:16 GMT -5
Myzrael turned as the being climbed onto the roof. He swiveled on his right foot as he stood at his full height, facing the woman, wings spread.
'A dark one, but an angel nonetheless. Youre not exactly human either, i notice.. '
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 3:22:06 GMT -5
Fiona tilted her head back to look up at the angel. Was he trying to appear terrifying? It wasn't working. "Dark, light, makes no difference," she replied. "Perhaps I am not." she stood up, not really liking to be in his shadow. She faced him, her hands in her pockets.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 8:24:40 GMT -5
'Ah but it does matter..' Myzrael said, his left hand on his hip.
He sensed the defiance in this one. She is not one to take lightly. Then again neither is he.
'There is no harm to come from the followers of the light.. But with one such as myself, and you, i suppose, we all must be wary.. I was such an acolyte once, a crusader on the side of light, but i have fallen from grace into darkness. I have seen the true path one must take, i have seen atrocities those of the Seraphim are blissfully unaware of. My wings are burned with the light of the stars of knowledge and revelation, quite unlike those untainted white bothersome ones they possess. So id say that it matters, it matters quite a lot actually.' Myzrael said, wings coalescing slowly in the soft breeze that started to blow.
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 11:06:02 GMT -5
Fiona tilted her head at him, watching him carefully. Sure, there technically was a difference between light and dark, but everyone had a side they followed, and that made it all the same. "If you say so," she replied, not really all that impressed. Although, she'd never admit that she'd rather meet a dark angel over a light angel, for dark suits her nature better. She'd probably end up attacking the light angel, for their purity would anger her.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 11:22:58 GMT -5
Myzrael surveyed the girl. Her standoffish attitude fueled his interest, yet he sensed she would not give in easily. No matter..
'They all do in the end' he thought.
'Are you angry? Under the facade of calm there is a lake of magma seething and waiting to come out'. Myzrael said.
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 12:17:29 GMT -5
Fiona sniffed disdainfully and turned away from him. Her gaze searched the abandoned homes. "If I was angry, you'd know it," she replied. "I am werewolf, do the math."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 12:31:01 GMT -5
'We are both creatures of the night, dont forget that. Scorned and wretched, we search for meaning with the life we have..' Myzrael said while staring at the back of her form.
'These homes... They are all abandoned arent they? Shells of what once undoubtedly some called their homes. Are you a shell, werewolf? Has the loss of your humanity left you completely devoid of meaning in this world? Are you like these..' He gestured to the house on his right 'empty shells?'
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 12:41:20 GMT -5
Fiona glanced back to him. A sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it, and her body sank to the ground, pulling her legs close. "I am what I am, I am nothing more." She'd lost all emotions, except for anger and hatred. She'd accepted what she'd become long ago, but she still hated it. She sat there, staring at the empty houses, how annoying that he had to compare an empty house to her.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 12:53:12 GMT -5
'To sway a mind in believing you are what you are is quite different from swaying a heart. Whilst a mind can be persuaded to your whims, a heart cannot. If in your heart you know you are empty, then that is what you will be.' Myzrael said coldly. 'There are sides, and there is strength. And a choice, always a choice to grasp your potential and fill up your shell'.
Myzrael glanced to his right, at a abandoned house. 'As for the ones that remain shells, there is no hope.. THIS is what awaits them.'
Myzrael raised his right hand, waving at the house he stared at. Instantly it exploded, the concussive force of the blast shaking the house him and the werewolf were on, and bringing gusts of wind to the roof. The sound echoed through the neighborhood, and debris rained where the house once stood. Myzrael met the werewolfs eyes.
'While you have a choice.. Dont be that house.' He gave her a wan smile.
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Post by Tig on Feb 17, 2009 16:36:48 GMT -5
Fiona was alone, she's spent too many years alone. She knew that if she just looked, she could probably find a purpose, a reason to keep going. But she didn't know how to look, to see past the fact that she was a werewolf, and killed during a full moon.
She listened to him, not sure what he was getting at, why a dark angel would care if she's a 'shell' or not. When the house exploded, she didn't move a muscle, not at all startled, or frightened. She just... didn't care.
She glanced over to him. "This choice.. what is this choice?" she asked him, now that he caught her interest.
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Post by Nusha on Feb 17, 2009 17:09:33 GMT -5
Eminor sat on a tree, some distance from the two. She listened in on their conversation quietly, swinging her leg back and forth. She wondered if they would notice her, or if she would have to make her presence known with a more dramatic entrance. She liked dramatic entrances.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 17, 2009 23:18:40 GMT -5
'Ah' Myzrael said, while stretching his wings.
'I cannot speak on behalf of the unknown fate that binds us here. Your choices, my choices.. Were i the Almighty i would've told you by now. Only you can figure out what you must do to bring purpose back to your damned existence.'
Some motion on a tree some ways away caught Myzraels attention. He ignored it.
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