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Post by Isamu Ito on Jun 17, 2011 3:38:05 GMT -5
"Fucking trees. Fucking humidity. Fucking expensive ass flower shops." Isamu continued grumbling to himself, unable to shove his hands in his jeans pockets like he wanted in fear of tripping and landing face first in the remains of some wild animal's discarded lunch. He was promised his little sister that he would get her a certain flower. After all, she had only been jumping up and down, shoving pictures of it in his face for the past three days. After visiting the local flower shop and discovering a simple little boquet of the flowers would cost somewhere between two and three of his paychecks, he had opted for the more irritable and tiem consuming method of tromping around the forest in search of where it grew wildly.
His tail helped him keep his balance as he trudged up a hill, curled about and stiff behind him. Dirt was getting under his already short nails, and every root he tripped over, every rock he slipped on, every annoying branch that whacked him in the face without mercy only proved to pissed him off more and more until with a shot of rage he randomly tore into some poor branch, tearing leaves off by the handful and attempting to rip twigs from it before beginning to calm down. His chest was heaving up and down, and he licked his lips, giving a little huff and shoving his hands in his pockets.
'I don't think the branch deserved that. Went a little too far, didn't you?' a growly voice echoed in his mind.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear that from you."
'I can help you find it you know~'
"Like I'd take your help." Turning, he began searching once more. Isamu has worn a t-shirt for a reason, even though his arms were being covered in small scratches, some even going so far as to start leaving little beads of blood. His face had one stinging red mark across his cheek, and it was only getting worse as he swatted one branch out of his face, reaching the top of the hill.
Not expecting much besides more trees, he glanced down with a rather bored and irritated look. Isamu paused, blinking down at a nice expanse of open field, a white flower beginning to bloom in little compact packs. "Holy shit," he whispered, a bit taken aback at how beautiful the place looked in the orange light of the sunset. Being careful, he slid down the hill into the field, being careful not to tread over any of the flowers. "What a place." |
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Post by ARIA GARNIER on Jun 17, 2011 4:03:06 GMT -5
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Aria had never wanted this.
Never this.
A tall, slender girl sat amongst the fields of blossoming flowers, petals swirling in the soft, unnatural breeze about her. Long, pale coral locks tumbled over a pale shoulder, framing a porcelain face and a pair of bright, cerulean eyes. Her cherry pink lips were drawn into a tight, thin line of displeasure, brows furrowed in disappointment. Her legs were folded neatly before her, hidden away in the silvery-white dress she wore. And strangest of all, were the pair of large, brilliant wings that sprouted from her back, a mass of pure snow feathers.
Her head was bowed, visage concealed behind the side-swept bangs.
Even now, as she sat amongst flowers – her favorite – she couldn’t bring herself out of this self-misery she’d been wallowing in for the past weeks. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong here, or there, or anywhere but that place. And she wasn’t allowed, because her fickle heart had led her astray.
Humans were dangerous, Aria realized, with a pang of deep regret. Fickle, dangerous, unpredictable, and their emotions had a pulling effect on others. She wasn’t meant to have fallen for that human. But she had, because humans induced such strong feelings in one another. And now, she was a fallen one.
With a deep sigh, Aria glanced upwards. All she saw were clouds drifting lazily by, instead of the pathway to heaven she’d seen once before.
And that was when she’d heard footsteps, approaching her circle of life that she’d created. She’d remained rooted in her same spot for days, and the ground had fed on her energy – until then, no creature had entered her space.
The moment the dark-haired male stepped in, Aria tensed, eyes wide.
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Post by Isamu Ito on Jun 17, 2011 5:00:27 GMT -5
To say he hadn't expected anyone in the field would have been an overstatement. Isamu knew of the creatures that often wandered through the trees. Hell, he had one of them residing inside of him. He had expected to cross paths with one or two different creatures, especially in a place where 'white flowers bloomed'. What he hadn't expected was the woman with the pale pink hair and the white dress, those large white wings behind her. He stopped in his tracks, his own eyes wide as he stares at her, tail stiff behind him while the tip twitched rather uncertainly.
Most of the creatures he had come across on his trips into the forest were more animalistic, barely having human features. This, this was new, and it unnerved him. Was she someone who had formed a contract like him? Taken the creature inside of their body. He wouldn't doubt it. He couldn't. Not when it was growing in popularity recently. At the same time, he hadn't seen her around the city before. Isamu didn't know what to think of her, and he warily moved towards a patch of flowers on the other side of the field, his tail twitching and puffed up behind him. That was one thing he disliked about the appendage. With it, there was no hiding what he was feeling.
Making sure to keep the girl in his line of sight, he crouched down, lightly touching one of the flowers. Yeah, this was the kind of flower his sister had been showing him endlessly. Following the trail of the stalk down to where it met the ground, he paused before letting out a low curse. He hadn't brought anything with to cut the flowers. His brows furrowed together as he stared down at the flower, giving a harsh sigh and running a hand through his hair. "Shit. How the hell do I- She's going to kill me." By the way he was acting, one might have thought he was referring to a girlfriend of some sort, not his younger sister.
He glanced up at the girl in the white dress, mainly to make sure she was still there and not aiming to rip his throat out through a hole in his chest. He didn't trust her. Why should he since she was a mere stranger in the middle of a dangerous forest. That was even more reason to be wary of her. Glancing down at the flower, he gave a tesnse, "Tsk" before reluctantly bending the stalk, twisting and bending it until he decided to tear loose from the roots. He hated doing that, and he hesitated in doing it again. |
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Post by ARIA GARNIER on Jun 24, 2011 16:24:52 GMT -5
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Aria had been intending on ignoring the human that entered her grounds, but then the insolent fool had the audacity to bend down and kill one of her flowers. She felt the lifeline snap as soon as the stem was pulled from the ground, and Aria whipped her glare upon the boy. What child dared to lay a hand on the earth-?
Silently, wordlessly, Aria raised a single arm, sweeping her finger towards the boy. Cerulean orbs narrowed, before a sudden wind roared to life about the area.
And in a moment, a thin, barely-visible arc barreled towards the boy, slicing through the air just beside his form. It hit the tree several feet behind the boy, having grazed a lock of his dark hair. A thick, jagged scar now decorated the tree, and Aria's lips curved into a small smirk.
"Little boys should stay at home instead of going around killing plants," she hissed, smile turning feral.
Perhaps, Aria wondered idly, this was a reason why she'd been dropped from heaven. She'd always had a rather nasty temper when it came to certain things, and an incorrigible tendency to hold grand vengeances. Well, she shrugged. No use worrying about such things now, she mused.
Aria stood up, the folds of her gown draping downwards onto the floor. As the breeze continued to filter through the air, her wings unfolded themselves in a flutter of brilliantly white feathers, and coral locks tumbled over her back. The boy was lucky, Aria laughed inwardly - a human witnessing the form of an angel was unheard of.
Then again, technically, she wasn't an angel anmore.
Aria swept forward, moving delicately through the field of flowers until she stood only three feet from the boy, and amusement glittered in her eyes. A human-
She froze, then.
He had the body of a human, but his soul...
What was wrong with his soul?
Was he...possessed-?
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