Late Night MeetingSkie awoke sometime later, alone in the clearing. He sat up, looking around. The fire was higher than it ought to be, confusing him slightly. A sound from the brush caught his attention, making him reach for Dente Draconum.Late Night Meeting by Skie2
A young woman walked out from the brush, holding some wood for the fire. Skie noted her orange fur, with white tipped ears and tail. She noticed him staring at her and froze, likely frightened of his gaze. Skie relaxed, his hands returning to his sides. “Hello there stranger, who exactly are you, and why are you here?” He asked nonchalantly. She trembled and replied shakily “I-I’m Mary. I saw the camp, and…” She trailed off, frightened by Skies’ appearance and his sword. He smiled at her, and said “Don’t worry, its fine. I would so enjoy the company.” She relaxed slightly, happy that he did not send her away.
Mary sat next to Skie, shivering, though not from the cold, but from her nervousness around men. Th
Falling AngelIt falls as it tries to regain its sense of self. It feels its closeness to God fading rapidly, as it fights to avoid its fate of becoming one of The Fallen Angels. Hoping to regain favor in its Creators eyes, it begs for forgiveness, but God sees the lies in its pleas for help, and he does nothing to allow it to be sheltered in his heavenly domain. It falls through The Gates of Hell, a torch that is rapidly dimming as it falls deeper into hell.Falling Angel by Skie2
After the battleSkie flew over the area, his wings flapping slowly. He flew higher than usual, in an attempt to remain hidden. He did not remember this area all that well, as it had been years since he had gone anywhere near it, and only remembered that it held a road that was hardly used. Skie looked around, ensuring no one was near, and then landed near the tree line. He walked through the light forest until he found a clearing perfect for him to rest in.After the battle by Skie2
He noticed the remains of a fire in the center, with a small ring of stones around a pit marking the fires location. He set to gathering wood, wanting to rest after his fight with Krenush. His brother’s words still stung him. He tried to get the thoughts out of his head. He set the wood that he had gathered into the pit, and opened his mouth to let a small jet of flames ignite it. The way the fire lit up the clearing reminded him of home, and the wonderful times he had with his mother and father.
He felt a hand upon his shoulder, and looked o
Finally I am feeling better. Noticed how dark my Bio was, and decided to lighten it up a bit. Darkness is nice, but too much is bad for you. So anyway, just sit back and relax, go through my gallery, things like that. Amusez-vous à mes amis.|
Oh yeah, that reminds me, If anyone would like to RP with me, I would welcome the chance. I need something to help me pour out my creativity for story lines and such, since they are sort of hurting my brain at the moment.
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