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Post by fallenangel on Oct 1, 2005 21:38:10 GMT -5
A Fallen Angel
Seeking somehting to live for
A fallen figure so mangeled
That she don't want life anymore... Moon kissed figure slipped through the water ways, the water so cold, so dead but moving. There was no hope for her anymore, she knew this. The ruins of a lost city lay here, but she had seen them so long she paid no mind. Like freedom taken form a nigro boy for so long it meant nothing, a broken spirit was he. Now she shared the same pain. She was a walking dead spirit. There was no fire in her pools, just dead things that moved and searched for somehting she could not see. Could not feel mortaly but somehow knew was existence somewhere. Walking further she came upon a hill side. So much to fill her belly, but she would take none of it. Fasting the demons form her dial. Her auds mealted to her brain pan, their usual position atop her brainbox, empty dream box. Her pools dark and dull, had no color except the black pits like hell. Scanning the lithoshphere around her, she let her paper thins inhale and see if there were any sents of a baste.rd that may roam these parts. Smelling nothing she extended her nape closer to her vessel. Moving once more, under that of the ruins to hide her from the sun, in the shadows out of pools ways that might be prying. White as a dead girl, she yet somehow seemd to blend in perfectly in the darkness of the cool shadows. Her aurora was deadly smeeling of rusty blood and dead carcasses. Her pools wide her sent strong she let her tassels move and twitch at nothing. Her banner limp and dead. No breeze moved, the air around her even dead. Grin cracker her maw as she thought of hellish tourtures. Find me bastards, I dare you...She seemingly whispered in a cold icy tone.
A Fallen Angel in tears she soaks
Torn and tattered
Her wings are broke
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 7, 2005 18:58:04 GMT -5
Splashing through the waters the flecked brute treaded upon the shores. He had heard the rustling through the trees and he had come. Daggers leaving blushes in the sand stalked through the runes, neck swinging limply, as though barely hinged on his muscled bod. Stalking through the trees he trained his auds to a thin rustling among the foliage. He caught sight of the lithe form that was the femme. Her crania low, eyes glinting passively, she seemed as though she lived for the pure pain of rejection. As he began to call to her, he heard her words... Bastards... so strong a word for one that looked so pure and painful. Turning his bod to twine betwixt the trees, bod snaking around the branches, agile as a cat. He emerged a ways behind her, creeping until he could not stride silently he spoke with an icy tone, she was a mare that would not respond to the kindness of a heart, at least not yet...
[glow=chocolate,2,300] Bastard seems a strong word for one who would like to take you home... How do you expect to be treated as though one should? I suppose it is all in your manner. Or is it that you like to be ridiculed and despised? Speak your title femme, I am not a patient one... [/glow]
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Post by fallenangel on Oct 7, 2005 22:13:49 GMT -5
What once was,
Never hesitates to prove its ugly face again.
And never-the-less I’m still alone,
Still treading in my shifting sin.
The moon kissed body of one so old,
That use to be, once was.
But now only lays a faded gold,
I’m walking alone in sorrows still.
She watched the bastard. He knew not of her manners and would not simply demand her to do anyhting. She would leave with who ever she choose and if non be worthy, then she would be alone till death. This was a simple fact. What ever he was brewing up in that small brain of his, would most likely like other attempts, not work. Her tassels maoved violently at nothing but her rage within hidden in some layers of numbness. Her banner raised as her approched, seemed to hover without the winds to help it. The ruins reminded her much of her soul, dead and torn apart, un touched and never to be re bult. Evil Spirits.
I can’t make out one image,
Like fools gold I’m fake as day.
And I can hear the waves,
But I have nothing more to say.
My body carried all this way,
To see just one more smile.
On the face of a child at the beach,
And then it made my life worth while.
Seeing the brute talk to her she too opend her maw to drop out her ove chords of racket onto the land in front of her. She had no demons to fear so she setpped forward.
Bastard is just simpely what you are. Bastard meaning male. And a pregnant dog, a female, me. So bastard, are you seeking a pregnant dog? Beacuse waether you are or not you just found one.
Her tones mocked him, almost seductive, but almost somehting elese. She moved arounhd him watching him as she turned her daggers over one by one with a trod noise after it. Faceing him again he had barked for her command. So she felt up to give it to him, but only because she would play nice for now.
A name is a name, and what is yours? I have a name, Once was called by it, Oh yes i remember now.... Fallen Angel. But heed not my name for i am no angel.
Her bodice moved again, suddely and quickly to the shadows ot the ruins. For even though they were under the sea, the light still burned her tender frame. She stood quietly, comtemplating who he was inside, weather or not he ahd a queen and just wanted her as a sex slave. She would ask him this after he talked again. Answered her question she had barked at him.
I can’t say I’m sorry,
For something I see did no wrong.
And I can’t cry for you
If you’ve never been all along.
So I have my ocean beneath me,
This sea of salty tears.
That flood over my face
As I remember all the years.
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 7, 2005 23:43:56 GMT -5
Giving her a quirky look, as if raising an eyebrow he approached her in silent contempt. So fiery was her nature, so heartless seemed her voice. Smirking he opened his maw, voice questioning, yet he returned to his usual nature...
[glow=chocolate,2,300] Ah, is that what you want to be thought of? Well, I shall oblige your tattered request. For one with such a lifeless glow as yourself, you certainly have a fiery nature. You seem sure of what I want... [/glow]
He listened as she spoke of her name, vocals twisting through his auds in a teasing way. She had an interesting way of putting things, maybe he could learn to tolerate that, or maybe they would never meet again. Optics taking another look over her alabaster frame he came closer, his way merely feet from hers. He was young yet realistic, inexperienced but smart. He would fathom this Fae, he promised him self that much...
[glow=chocolate,2,300]Ironic, an angel claiming not to be so. So yet you are Fallen, among what I shall not ask. I am Milo, of Sterling Isle, alone in my quest for a purpose. I see the question in your eyes, yet I do not lie. Are thou searching for a fight or merely to wander?[/glow]
He watched as she hid beneath the shadows of their pasts, whiteness glowing against the darkened obsidian that was the ruin. He stood where he had been, staring after her in a silence that was sacred to him only. She would come if she felt she needed a conversation. But betwixt that time, he would wait, watch, and ponder....
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Post by fallenangel on Oct 8, 2005 16:48:46 GMT -5
Her frame was indeed moon kissed, like the oldest fragile porcelain, she was that beautiful, so collectible, but so careless about her frailness. And she would play with stallions acting so unbreakable, but deep inside she was that fragile. Herself, she cared not but in a way this brute, there was something about him she wanted to know more about. Her fore obsidians hesitated as she then stepped out, her pools squinting at the light. Her banner now limply in her pools she hid behind them, her tassels calmed from their swishing at mear air. She opened her maw but hesitated again as he kept talking. Her vessel tense with uncertainty about him. What was he? Had he even wanted her. Her pools searched deep in his, deeper then she wanted to, loosing herself in them, she jerked herself out again, but not wanting to. She could love, she had just been thrown away so much she almost, almost hated bastards. She might have been wrong about him, but she still did not know his nature, so she was still tense toward him until he proved he would not throw her heart away and then rip at it and step on it and then leave with a who.re of his own. She stepped closer still to him, her paper thins moving rapidly as he was a for-gin object she inhaled his scents to figure out what he was. His smell sweet, but the last time a brute smelled so heavenly he almost killed her. She turned away to show her scars on her side, Battle wound from being thrown off the edge of a Cliff and one of her ribs had shattered, with that there was a long scar, pink fleshy scar beneath her pelt where the hide was more white then the rest of her and an indention of a re grown crooked rib, all this at only 3 years around the earth. She Had her reasons to be so un trusting, she went back to the shadows to glow against them, to try to blend in as she then answered him. Her maw parted with a slight smacking noise as her tones twisted to emerge and her maw moved fleshy tissue to form her words.
I want to be thought of being mearly myself, Lord Milo. I don't wish to wounder but if it has to be then it will. If none can have me because of how I am then what will come will come no stopping the future, and no changing the past. If you will have me you must respect my scars of the past, and help me heal and love me and not do what others have done. Scare me from love, turn me against brutes, push me off cliffs to get rid of me so they can then get another who.re. What will you do with me if you have me? If you want me?
She only spoke mear truths. Maybe she was too honest, the ruins cast shadows on her still. Her self, she had calmed down but she still was no angel. And never would be. She never claimed to be perfect, and she hoped he knew this.
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 8, 2005 20:47:41 GMT -5
((ooc: sorry, I was almost done, then my comp deleted it, then I had to go clean stalls  )) He watched and waited her stark form, checking every slight movement in his brain. So very strange she was, at first she was rude and proud. But now she seemed wither before his very eyes, fading into an obleike existience. His auds perked as she began to circulate, head raised, breathing rapidly. As she moved from the shadows, she turned, showing him the scars of her past life. Pink and fleshy, her bod was tattered, she had been through many wars. Slinking back to the shadows, he saw her cower once more. She is afraid he thought simply. She new nothing of the life she would live here. Here horses respected on another, few fought blood battles. That was obviously not what she had learned. She began to speak, voice seeming to tremble upon his withered ears. As she spoke, he learned much about her, more than she would ever know. Though little had been said, he now knew her past present and hopefully future. She played who she came off as, a no need wench who would stay alone till the day she passed. He saw now that it was not so. Choosing his words carefully he spoke with assured confidence...
[glow=chocolate,2,300] I see. You have not learned the ways of life well broken one. Scars are merely signs of things overcome, and defeated. Yet you see them as rememberance of when one rejected you. Life does not work that way M'dear. As for your apperance, I do not mind. It tis not a question. I would certainly have you but that is not entirely my decision. I am alone still, I share with none the joys of my herdlands, so you would be free to come and go as you please. On the Isle of course. I am not skilled at sweet taling a femme to my herdlands, so I will not even attempt for the sake of your beloved ears. It is not the question of if I will have you but will you have me? [/glow]
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Post by fallenangel on Oct 9, 2005 12:27:09 GMT -5
Her dial raised, a new light lite her eyes. He had not demanded her to follow him, he had asked if she would have him. She had never met anyone like this, one that would not hurt her. She wanted to know what brung him here, if he was born here and why and how and, why were we under such a vast ocean that could crumble our torn withed bodies. Her auds, they did not melt to her dial but raised, straining her muscles her nape went forward to him as she let her long pillers move. He was a charmer he was. She wondered if he knew this, or simply did not care. She moved closer withdrawing her nape and relaxing it. She let her mind loose to all the possibilities of his land. If she could rule with him, if he loved her more then she did him. She had not yet admitted it, but she did. She did not fear now that he would hurt her it was just a thought. She did tremble still, worried as one might say but as soon as her maw reached his she stopped, everything was dead still. Seemed the hole world was stopped and love was a drug she wanted more of. Her maw slid from his as she moved closer to him, chest touching chest, her body longing for something she wanted to find. But had no clue what. She stood there so close to him she got tired, so tired from being so weary, so strung out that she wanted to sleep forever. She was still touching him, wondering if he indeed felt for her. If He did not he would push her away and scold her actions or kill her. No STOP this. she told her self, he can not do such a thing. Stop you touches.. She answered herself out loud this time...
I can't stop.
She let her mind flood with tears as they poured from her pools, her pools were getting so shallow now, like she was crying away all the years of the past, her scars were burning as blood passed through them. She caressed him with even strokes upon his nape her maw sometimes barely touching him. She could be his lover, his slave and right now she did not care. If this did not answer him then nothing would.
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 9, 2005 12:58:33 GMT -5
He stood rigid,surprised and unsure as she touched him. Trying to find words he let her go on, let her know every inch of what she needed to. Sighing he lay heis head over her back nuzzled her as affectionately as he could, trying to calm her beating heart. He became relaxed, eyes closed and enjoying it as she carressed him, but her words made him attentive once more. She must be swimming in confusion, her feelings were already strong for him, this he realized. Stepping back as she cried and nuzzled him once more, he looked into her eyes...
[glow=chocolate,2,300] You are damged M'lady, you know this...[/glow]
Turning away from her he began to walk. Looking back over his shoulder he chuckled...
[glow=chocolate,2,300] Let us go then, The Isle is awating a knew femme.[/glow]
He waited for her to follow, maw spurting soft nickers to her form. Maybe, just maybe, he loved her too.
((ooc: terrible post sorry))
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Post by fallenangel on Oct 9, 2005 13:12:46 GMT -5
She turned to him and fallowed. speaking in her mind, if only he knew haw damaged she really was. Her pillers took her with him, she loved and and prayed he felt the same.
(muse ran out on last post sry)
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 9, 2005 13:18:25 GMT -5
((it's ok, i do that alot lol))
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Post by fallenangel on Oct 9, 2005 22:28:08 GMT -5
[hehe post in your land as she will follow]
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Post by Fallen Angel on Dec 30, 2005 22:10:40 GMT -5
Is there any way you could please deleate my posts here BC They have accually been stolen and used on other sites! Not joking!
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