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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 27, 2012 17:10:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]"Tyrael! You can not be serious! You'd give up everything for them?"
The angel that questioned him moved from her chair, her silvery wings fluttering around her body. Tyrael turned as he was addressed, standing in the middle of the High Council, his wings flowing elegantly along side his body. Blue eyes narrowed, though no words were spoken as the female angel who addressed him crossed her arms over her chest, the golden armor she wore reflecting the sunlight from the windows. Tyrael turned, as a hiss escaped another, this angel standing behind him.
"Save your breath, Iria. Tyrael has made up his mind, he shall suffer for his decision -"
"You can't possibly mean you're going to allow him to leave?! We all have been through so much, it'd hurt us more than we know."
'Iria, he knows what is best for everyone. And my decision is final. Done are the days where I stand idly by while we watch them destroy each other. I am sorry, my dear, but it is my choice, after all."
The angel dubbed Iria frowned, but lowered her head in defeat. If it was Tyrael's will to live among the mortal races, then she had no say against him. She watched in sadness as the black-hued angel was cast from the High Council, forced to live among the mortals.
A brilliant beam of light streaked across the night's sky, a shooting star, landing within the darkened forests of Terra Scure.
Falling.
It was what Tyrael had dreamed of, while he rest in the crater his body had caused as he plummeted from the Heavens. His holy armor had been stripped away by his descent, burning away into the atmosphere. He lay, almost like he was broken, his wings splayed across his darkened hide. White mane and tail tangled with branches, twigs, dirt, and leaves, from entering the forest of Terra Scure. The angel didn't move from the large crater, unconscious from the collision. His sides rose and fell slowly, obviously breathing, though his body didn't respond to the constant signals from his brain to move. He had previously seen what the horses that lurked within this forest did to strangers they came upon, and Tyrael didn't want to be a victim of their games. Of course, the angel could probably use whatever powers he had left to turn them away.
| tyrael
| welcome, the angel of justice!
| eria, two steps from hell.
| three hundred eighty nine.
| image [c] storeh 2012.
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Post by sibber-chow on May 27, 2012 17:28:40 GMT -5
Shifting and twisting, sleep never came easy for the skittish young fae. Not since her departure from Joker had sleep been content and full. The day she had returned, only a short period after her original departure, although it had seemed like such a long span of time, all had changed. The land of the dark and fallen Hannibal had already been reclaimed, and the carcasses of the previous fray, the bodies of her family, were already cleaned from the earth. And, Joker. Joker was gone.
It had broken the fragile mares heart; she could not comprehend why he had left. She had not been gone so long, had she? Why had he even run off? She had been miserable mourning alone, and now it seemed as if alone was forever. She had not spotted Joker since, and she was frightful of others. There were so many evil horses out there, Joker included she supposed. Yet, he had been there for her in times that were hard... he was her source of survival even if oft a cruel one.
Orbs blinked open as the flash of light crossed the night sky. Her mind was drained of all previous trifles. Instinct told her to bolt. Normally, she would have.
Yet, this time, the illumination allowed malicious gaze to cast upon her. Mountain lion. She saw it now too, and the chase followed, her chest heaving, muscles strained, the great felines struggles as great but it's distance closing. And, then the crash. Frightened, the feline abandoned it's prey, and Haize dared not venture back in the same direction as her predator.
Not much time had passed before the crater came to sight, and the mare's dainty frame struggled to a halt. Curiosity peeked, although fear was much more prevalent. Glancing around with each step, the Era fae approached. A gasp of startled anguish left her throat at what she saw. What was this creature? He seemed of equine form, but the illumination that cast from him and the trail of luminous wings spewing from his withers... she wanted to run all over again. Her legs were locked, and no movement nor words could be ventured. She just stood, awestruck, dumbfounded, frightened.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 27, 2012 17:51:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]Time had passed, how much time, Tyrael didn't know, but soon his body seemed to finally respond to his commands. Ears were the first to move, they swiveled atop his head like radars, trying to pick up any sounds from the world he had just collided with. He first heard the distant singing of birds, their different harmonies intertwining with the faint wind that stirred the dying trees of Terra Scure. Next, his wings twitched, their glossy strands caressing his fallen body, moving and twitching almost on their own accord. The angel could feel a presence, just outside of his resting place, and it caused curiosity to peak within the fallen angel. Finally, his eyes opened, though his sight was blurry and unfocused.
I can sense you out there, young one, there is no need to fear. I am not one you should be afraid of, Tyrael's deep tones escaped him, his vision becoming sharper. He could see the details of the crater around him, the brilliant light of his wings, mane, and tail, and the image of a horse. A mare. Tilting his ears forward, he tried to move his legs, but they could only twitch. Sighing, Tyrael lifted his head from the earth, an ache dashing through his stiff body, a wince causing his brilliant, glowing blue eyes to close.
Finally, his legs moved, his hooves scrambling against rock and dirt, clambering to stand upright. Swinging his head, he breathed out, shaking off the debris from his black pelt. Blue eyes turned upon Haize, who had stayed in the same spot, looking like a deer frozen in the headlights. No words escaped the stallion now, he merely stared at the one who found him.
| tyrael
| awwww, poor haize. D;
| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| two eighty four.
| image [c] storeh 2012.
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Post by sibber-chow on May 27, 2012 20:33:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#a3b8c0]There was a moment, several even, where the mare was unable to speak. Still frozen, her mouth and eyes gaped as she was unable to do anything more than inspect the creature at the bottom of the crater – his wispy wings, glowing eyes, his overall aura screaming of something other than herself. Her mind reeled between curiosity and fear. What was this creature? Would he hurt her? Was he elemental? Were his powers dangerous? He couldn’t be of this earth, could he?
I can sense you out there, young one, there is no need to fear. I am not one you should be afraid of. Could she trust him? No one had spoken to her since she had departed ways with Joker; she had not given any the chance. At those words, there was sudden reassurance flooding through her, a feeling familiar to her. Haize gave a quiet exhalation as all doubt seemed to escape her body in that one exertion. He was safety. Even if he was bad, he was good…
Movement returned to her form as slender pillars dug into the terra, carefully paving way down into the crater. Chunks of earth and rock crumbled beneath each step and she felt as if she might tumble inward many times, even stumbling and sliding a few of such times only to regain her composure. Finally, the young mare hovered above his form on level plain, a light nicker parting from her lips in query. “Are- are you okay?” Ears fell back against her skull as she lowered her crown just above the stallions own with deep curiosity. “What are you?” Flustered, the mare stepped back with her head held upon a diplomatically arched neck yet tucked in apology. “I-I’m… that was rude of me. “
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notes: she is an easily attached mare. xD
currently listening to: one day women will all become monsters - the chiodos
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 27, 2012 23:59:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]His body swayed dangerously, as if he were going to topple over like an unsteady pile of logs, but he shifted his weight, so that he was supported better. Wings drifted lazily at his sides, the faint glow causing his darkened coat to look more gray. A flick of his head, and the angel's brilliant white forelock fell between his glowing eyes, which turned upon Haize. He was almost tempted to tell her to not bother climbing down, but the young mare had already began her descent from the side of the crater. Haize. Tyrael knew of her, of the pain she had suffered. The poor creature had lost both her parents, and then lost the one companion she thought she could trust, thought he'd be there forever.
How strange a stallion's heart was.
Tyrael shook his broad head, glancing down at his legs to check for injuries. His old battle scars littered his body, and he was kind of relieved to see that no new injuries were upon his body. Even if he had crash landed pretty hard. Shaking out his body again, he perked his ears as Haize approached, noting how cautious she was. He couldn't blame her, either. He probably looked foreign, with his glowing parts and his - well - wings.
I'm fine. Just a bit sore in the shoulders from being on the ground so long, his husky tones littered the night's air. He imagined intoxicating smells and sights once he left Terra Scure, as he knew this dark place wasn't beautiful like the rest of Isola was. Glowing eyes rested upon the Era, wings drifted lazily forward, then back against his sides. There is no need to apologize for being curious, m'dear. As to what I am... I am an angel from the heavens above. The name is Tyrael, the angel of justice. And you must be Haize." A knowing smile crossed the stallion's maw, and he dipped his head in a bow to her. As always, the angel was very courteous.
| tyrael
| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| three hundred thirty five.
| image [c] storeh 2012.
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Post by sibber-chow on May 28, 2012 17:10:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#a3b8c0]Head and neck lowered into relaxation as the words he spoke were not of reprimand. Ears twitched with delight and intrigue. An angel? So curious a creature, although it should not have been, should it? Her mother’s first mate with which she had lived and her half-sisters with which she had been raised, they had been creatures outside of this realm. But that was something different entirely.
Hannibal, Davi, Aeon, they were hell-hounds; they were demonic creatures of torment. She knew very little of the light. Certainly, her father, her half- brother, even her mother had all been creatures of goodness overall, but she had known so little of them. She knew the tyranny of Hannibal, the cruelty of Orpheus, the torment of Davi and Aeon, even the demented manners of her protector, Joker. But, angels, yes they were different, indeed. They were creatures of light and kindness; he had even called himself one of justice. These things were lost upon her. Certainly, she was good at heart, although quite timid, but she’d known little of retribution from others.
“An angel? I guess I never realized they existed,” she mused. A smile was upon her lips though, no emotion of disdain or fear remaining. It would not matter if he was something to fear, if he was a Joker or a Hannibal, an Aeon, Orpheus or Davi. The security of his presence was already instilled.
The mare’s dished tiara shifted slightly as he spoke her name. “Haize... yes, I am. Do all angels have such knowledge?” Curiosity peaked upon her brow again, and she was embarrassed for such forwardness. She had generally been a quiet soul, no questioning, it was simply easier that way.
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currently listening to: bliss - blaqk audio
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 28, 2012 17:56:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]His smile stayed upon his muzzle, his blue eyes dancing from the moon's light shining down from above. Her words caused his wings to twitch upon his skin, and he breathed out slowly from flared nostrils. And yet, your mother's previous mate, as well as your half sisters, were all created by the devil himself. Since you know they existed, you surely knew that angels existed as well? This young mare sure was an interesting creature. He had watched her a bit before, only when the large battle between Hannibal and Marut had been going on, as all the angels had. He noticed how she acted toward the one named Joker, and how he responded to her.
Flaring his nostrils slightly, he nodded at her question. We watch over everything that happens, and we gain the knowledge everything through the High Council. Sadly, because I chose to live among your kind, I can not go back to that life. Shaking his coat out slightly, he took a step forward, small wisps of light falling from his mane and tail as he moved. Looking toward the Heavens, he sighed. He was going to miss living among the others, being able to look down upon the Earth and decide the fates. Eyes drifted from the skies above, back to Haize, and tilted his ears forward. Is there anything else you want to know?
| tyrael
| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| two hundred thirty.
| image [c] storeh 2012.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 3, 2012 14:19:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#a3b8c0]Haize had wanted to be more cautious around Tyrael, but their was a certian inability for such feelings. Like Joker and Yamanu before him, she felt a sense of safety, and perhaps that is what frightened her sense the most. She had been abandonned twice, or so it felt, by the safety of the world. How could she allow such to happen again? She shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't, and yet, here she stood.
Her mind reeled qith curiousity, with questions, but the familiar fear of fate's reprecussions upon the curious mind were a constant reminder to hold her tongue. Hooves pawed gently upon the crumbled terra as her mind sought some distraction from her questioning mind. But, something still plagued it, forbidding escape. Angels, goodness. It was a rare thing in her life. A rarity upon the island even. She had heard the many tales of misery, lived them even. "Why would you come here? This land is such a cursed place... why leave the purity... the goodness of a land of angels? I have seen the demons of this Earth, and if there is something of opposition... I would never want to leave it," she whispered. The words had never meant to come out, but once they began she could not cease them.
Light blue orbs averted, head lowered slightly. She wanted not to see his reaction. He had said he was good... they had all seemed good though, the protectors. Yamanu, her shelter from Orpheus, Joker, her shelter from Hannibal. They'd both left her though; at least, she saw it as such. They'd even each had their moments of distance, neglect, cruelty even. Was he the same? Weren't they all the same?
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currently listening to: Ether - AFI
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 3, 2012 20:26:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]Why would I come down here? Well, the main reason was because I believed those who had fallen from the graces could be saved. Despite what most would think. |
[/font] The angel smiled at Haize, flaring his nostrils at the mare's words. He knew what she meant about this island being a cursed place. He had seen the tyranny of Hannibal and Orpheus, of the foul elementals who decided to wage war of the innocent. As he thought about these things, his wings fluttered, floating lazily through the evening air. Breathing out gently, he then let a small smile cross his muzzle. Dipping his head slightly, he pawed the scarred earth.Dear Haize. Let us walk. I'm afraid my arrival could draw unwanted visitors.[/font] The stallion moved forward, his brilliant white tail flowing gently behind his midnight hued legs, his bulky body moving forward through the crater. Breathing out gently, he glanced over his shoulder, looking to the mare to see if she was following him.| tyrael| king's legion, two steps from hell.
| one hundred sixty four.
| sorry it's short, cibbers. D:
| image [c] storeh 2012.[/color][/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 23, 2012 22:15:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#a3b8c0]With a quiet nod, the mare followed after the angelic with a certain fascination; he truly was quite a beautiful creature. A smile perched her lips as he turned his crown back to check upon her, such a small yet reassuring gesture. She felt safer now than she had in a long time... since she had been at Joker's side. Joker. Her mind traveled back to the past, and she followed along in silence for a long while.
Finally, she felt urged to speak. The nervousness of speech wished to fade, but it still had not. "So, uh... what is it you plan to do... I mean, now that you are on the island? Where will you go?" She had wondered the same of herself. Where would she go? She had wandered so long, and things were so frightening out here all alone... she did not know how much longer she could manage it. Her hopes were high that his plans would give her an idea, maybe even, they could be together. It was good to have a friend, someone that made her feel safe. Tyrael did that... he made her safe, and she could trust him, right? He wan an angel after all. Demons of the world could not be trusted, and thus angels must be the exact opposite. Certainly. Things were looking up... again.
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currently watching: Futurama
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 23, 2012 22:49:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]Ears flicked as the stallion walked through Terra Scure, the silence between the two growing. Nostrils flared slightly, and looked over his shoulder at Haize. He knew how timid the young mare was about new horses, about other horses in general. He didn't quite blame her, really, knowing her family history. Looking ahead once again, he tilted his ears back as he heard Haize's soft voice filled the air. He paused for a moment, and he breathed out deeply. What am I going to do? I don't know, honestly. I think I might just wander around a bit. If you really want, my dear, you can tag along. Just to make sure no harm comes to you.
Wings ruffled on his sides, a hoof stomping on the darkened earth beneath him. Poor, poor Haize. She had been through Hell and back, and who knew what else could happen to her. Dear Haize, where would you like to go? |
[/color] | tyrael| invincible, world of warcraft music.
| one hundred fifty seven.
| image [c] storeh 2012.[/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 23, 2012 23:14:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#a3b8c0]She listened to his words, pleased by them, yet with a growing feeling of selfishness for doing such. She waited for the words of scorn to come, to tell her of her wrongs, but they did not yet... such was a good thing, yet unnerving all the same. Where did she want to go? Want.. What did she want even? The thoughts circled her mind. It had never really occurred to her... where she wanted, what she wanted. Life had always been about finding the place that would accept her, not about finding a place in which she accepted.
Prancing forward enough paces to be even with the stallion, Haize glanced shyly towards him. "I... I just want to be safe... I miss safety. You said you would keep me safe... yes? It isn't so much a where then... but a who?" Flustered, she lowered her head slightly. Haize was aware that she was being quite forward, undiplomatic, inappropriate even, but truth was truth. The place didn't matter, though she thought the who did. In the end, it might simply be the what... safety. Peace for once. It was a lot to ask upon this island.
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word count: 213
notes: Ugh. My muse for her is dried up at the moment. So sorry for the latest lame posts. T___________T
currently listening to: AFI
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 24, 2012 16:32:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0C0C0C]Smiling at the young mare, the angel dubbed Tyrael nodded at the soft spoken words. Grand head turned to look at the near dead trees around them, ears darting forward in a vain attempt to hear anything else in the dark lands. When nothing but silence entered the delicate caverns, the ebony horse turned his glowing blue eyes upon Haize's slender form. Every time he looked at her, he felt his heart wrench, his mind replaying everything the young Era had gone through in her short life. A soft sigh escaped the large stallion, as his mind frantically grabbed for the words to say. She was right, after all. In her life, she hadn't really been bothered by the where. Having someone beside her had been the main goal.
Yes. I will protect you, from whatever it is that tries to hurt you again. Do not fret, young Haize, you are in the safest care there is. However, part of Tyrael doubted his words. He had been stripped of his powers, of everything that had made him an angel, minus the magnificent wings that seemed to float majestically at his sides. Blue eyes blinked, and he took a few steps forward, nostrils flaring. Let us continu onwards. I do not want to think of what could stumble upon us if we linger in this place much longer. |
[/color] | tyrael| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| two eighty four.
| image [c] storeh 2012.[/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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