Dust to Dust {Open}

[raths]

Her shit-kickers were pounding the loose dirt on the pavement in to oblivion, it to a thousand particles which could never hope to be reunited. Dust to dust and back again. Her arms were pumping, finely oiled machines of muscle, and she was breathing hard, a bellows fueling a medieval time machine. It was dawn and the rage had built last night, keeping her awake. Her eyes were bloodshot, her body was exhausted, and the rage was laughing deep within her mind. She would run, until she could run no more. Her clothing was soaked even in the chilly 30 degree morning, and her Ipod had broken when she had fallen down the stairs of her “house.” Yet her legs pumped, and the sole of her worn boots became thinner by the hour…as did her resolve.

She was so tired; the lines in her youthful skin and the dark circles beneath her eyes gave away her current situation. She had not been able to sleep lately, and staring at a wall for hours on end opened doorways to thoughts, deep ones which she had no interest in exploring. It had never been this bad before, never in all her years had she thought such…dark thoughts. She saw blood in her waking dreams, splattered and sprayed; always in shadow. Each day it seemed it grew, feeding from itself. She was positive that she was going bat shit crazy. Running helped now, as swimming and dancing had helped in the past. She found that she was running more than ever, and it saddened her beyond imagining. Her boots were badly in need of replacement, and with a final mile she managed to wear a hole in the sole of the right one. Slowing down halfheartedly she threw her weight heavily into the downward step, with her face to the wind she missed the crack in the sidewalk which more closely resembled a canyon, and fell right over it. Slapping the ground as she hit; not all her training had been forgotten.

And there she lay; letting the cold of the stone and wind seep into her burning flesh. Orane realized with solemn understanding that she had truly fallen. No more did she display the façade of the ascended, this was what she was now. She had lost all the shreds of her former self, the years had stolen them in moments of pleasure and anguish, her halo was gone. They had taken her wings 1200 years to early, for now she was truly fallen. And it felt like shit. Sitting up she relaxed her knees and lounged on the side of the old abandoned road like nobody’s business. Everything was covered in layer upon layer of red dust, filth from the desert. Her once forest green shirt was faded and covered in a thick vile mix of dirt and sweat and she could feel every stone beneath her right foot. Her pants were…yea. She looked like a street rat. Laughing at that irony she brought her leg up and wrenched the messed up boot off of her foot with an ungraceful snort. They had been a nice pair of boots, military grade; of course now they looked more like a bunch of rags sewed together. Egh, they were over 60 years old. They had served her well.

She shoved a piece of cardboard inside of the shoe and laced it back up, hauling her cold ass off of the pavement as she did so. She was a fallen angel; she did not have to follow their rules anymore. Those days were ending; she had been a complete fool. Thinking they would call her back, that he would call her back. A little voice whispered that she had some thinking to do, and she began to walk slowly back the way she had come. She was cold, and realized that the cardboard had been damp. “Just my luck,” she whispered to the wind and the stone buildings, but did not even bother to finish the statement. She continued to walk, cold, but not entirely miserable.

Word Count:682
Character Mood: Confused
Muse: Medium
Inspiration: Drittz Do'Urden's expulsion from his homeland. (R.A. Salvatore)
Clothing: A crappy pair of boots, a dirty shirt, and old pants.
Status: {Open}

[dream4]

A soft sound of the breathing interrupted her thoughts for a few moments, as the comforting sound of her dog's breathing soothed her frazzled nerves. They were so close, and on cooler nights in December, it was always nice to have an extra body in the bed with you, especially if it was a furry one. Curling up closer to the 3-year-old Golden Retriever, the blond whispered, reluctantly, having taken a nap, "I don't want to wake up from this nap, it felt too good."

[/color] The animal whined softly, before shifting slightly, wanting to get comfortable once more again - if possible. When it seemed impossible, the dog huffed and got up, but not before nudging her owner a good nudge to make sure she didn't go back to sleep either. Grinning softly, she rolled over and her eyes landed on the chocolate-brown eyes of the dog, and she sighed, before leaning up. The dog had already been fed, at least she didn't need to worry about anyone trying to re-feed the dog. It wasn't like there was unlimited amount of dog food now, though she knew she could catch rabbits and such, she'd much prefer if her dog didn't take off randomly just to get something that could have rabies, or be sick and therefore get her sick. Patting the silky smooth head of the light-colored Golden Retriever, she leaned up and slid on her jacket, before musing, "Ready girl?"[/color] The Nephilim arched an eyebrow and the dog snorted, before heading out of the door that connected her room to the corridor of the church. The Church where she was taking refuge. The church she knew in the older days would look down on her, since she was pregnant without a husband, but now a days everyone's key focus seemed to be on surviving. It was hers too, as well as keeping Rain safe and healthy. Placing a hand nervously on her still flat stomach, the young woman patted her thigh, keeping the dog from lagging behind as they headed outside.

It wasn't too bad out, but she still tucked up her collar on her jacket, checking on the dog who seemed perfectly fine - as she usually did. That convenient fur coat. The dog's hackles raised ever so slightly towards what she could smell along with the four-legged creature as a demon. Most of the time - fortunately she didn't seem to need to worry about demons, mainly because they didn't seem to think of her as much of a threat. Why? She figured it was probably because she was only a half-breed, and most demons thought of ones like her as - unworthy would be a good word. A scowl flickered over her features before she then snapped her anti-demon gun, one she's had for awhile towards a demon who was wandering across the street, heading towards its own destination. The creature snorted her way, as if to say, "yeah right" and pressed on. Holstering her weapon once more, the blond, her voice feathery, soft and angelic cooed to the dog whose nose had perked up, catching something in the air that perked her interest, "What is it, Rain?"[/color] The dog snorted, before padding off, heading away from the blond for a few feet and continuing along her way as she headed towards whatever had perked up her sensitive nostrils. A sense the Nephilim knew she'd most likely never be able to mimic, but could probably get pretty darn close to.

Following her dog, she shook her head and muttered something, though continued, not wanting to lose Rain. The dog then paused, as in her vision appeared a being, heading their way. Since the rain had fortunately ended, as the blond produced a kitchen towel about to dry off Rain somewhat, she frowned when her eyes landed on the thing that had caught her dog's interest. A person - a blond woman. An eyebrow arched slightly in curiosity, it was interesting needless to say, especially with the faint icy, angelic-like scent she recognized, after being with Zaz for a few days and learning some stuff. A fallen, she figured. Or another Nephilim, since they had a slight icy smell to them, though not much. Pausing, she called out to the being, "Hey!"[/color] She groaned when Rain padded up to the blond, tail wagging back and forth. At least she had a pretty good judge of character, or else Rain would most likely be dead by now. Shaking her head at this thought, the young girl quickly pushed that thought away as she approached her dog and the being, and mused, "Her bark's worse than her bite..."[/color] she latched a pair of fingers beneath the sky-blue collar on the animal, "C'mon, Rain, you gotta stop doing that."[/color] she playfully rubbed the dog's head with the towel, before her eyes landed on this woman's clothing. A mixture of emotions floated over her features before she could stop them. Not that she would have tried very hard either, to hide them, but she couldn't help herself.

This woman had to have seen better days. Teeth found her bottom lip for a moment, as the Nephilim then paused, before inquiring, "I'm sorry...but..."[/color] she felt her maternal instincts come out, "Let's get you changed, no? Even if you can't, I still don't want you getting uncomfortable or sick."[/color] Her green eyes narrowed slightly, before she pointed towards a nearby boutique, one she knew had clothing and shoes, ones that would easily fit this woman, obviously one who had to be an angel, or something along those lines. "That store there should have plenty of things for you."[/color] She spoke, hardly realizing she was at all, then she'd feel bad for it. Releasing Rain, the blond then spoke, suddenly having a moment of clarity, "Ummm...this is Rain...I'm Sarah...and I'm sorry for kind of...exploding on you like that."[/color] she grinned shyly, and admitted, whispering softly, "Must be hormones."[/color]




i believe i told some lies /raths!. im holding onto all i had /idk the words.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /coming soon!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /sorry if it isn't the best. :3. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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[raths]

Hands tucked into the pockets of her pants, Orane kept her eyes and ears open as she walked through downtown. More people were out now, and she did the best she could to be as inconspicuous as possible. The volume of species which existed within this small foothold was exorbitant. Humans unknowingly walked alongside daemon and angel alike, completely oblivious to the power struggle unfolding. Sides would soon be taken. None of the angels she had noticed paid her any attention and the daemons gave her a wide berth, a Fallen did not live thousands of years unnoticed or unchanged; and she was far too old to take anyone’s’ shit. She smiled a bit in thought as she turned the corner on to the church road, and on to an instant assault of her senses and form. She sank her weight into the balls of her heels as a large hound bounded up to her tail wagging, she unconsciously sank to her knees with a found smile to pet the animals golden coat as she observed a retreating figure and a young woman whom she assumed was the hounds’ owner from the corner of her eye. She had always been horrid at distinguishing subspecies and now was no different, not for the first time she cursed her lack of telepathic ability and for a moment studiously, rudely, and completely ignored the young woman rushing to seize her hound.

She stared into the hounds eyes, and ruffled its ears with a gentle hand and unspoken praises. It was a fine animal, and she was getting its coat filthy as it rubbed against her. The young woman called out, and Orane lifted her gaze with a neutral face and spoke to the woman in a closely guarded voice which contained so many accents one was not distinguishable from the others “You have a fine hound, though I fear I have gotten her filthy.”The woman stopped short and seemingly for the first time observed whom exactly she had approached. Just from the look on her face Orane knew she looked worse than she had thought and her offering slammed the proverbial stake home, for a moment her heart plummeted but quickly recovered from the shredding of her already bruised pride. She masked the emotion with a small smile and stopped petting the hound, remaining crouched as to offer less of threat. Her appearance had slightly unnerved the poor woman.
“Thank you for the offer friend, but I can’t at the moment afford to even walk into that boutique.“ She had learned long ago to take no favors, and not to sugar coat the truth of the matter…no matter how much it went to town on her pride with a Louisville Slugger. All in all she did not mind living simply when she had too. The woman took a drag on her bottom lip, and the fallen let out a hearty laugh so unexpected even she was surprised. She was being mothered… The joy of laughing and even a shred of companionship sent it fleeing into the recesses of her mind. For now, she was existing in the present.

The hound, Rain broke free of her master Sara and resumed her affectionate greeting. A true smile though small bore through her haze and met Sara’s gaze once more. “No apology needed, though if you know of a place to find a cheap lunch I would be thankful...” her gaze switched to one of inquiry and wisdom “and that is the oldest line in the book.” Easing to her feet Orane rose to her full imposing feminine height and awaited a response, before realizing her rudeness. She held out her hand and spoke “Orane. My name is Orane Kingfield.”

Word Count:100+
Character Mood: At Ease
Muse: Low (its all over the place, sorry about that)
Inspiration: None
Clothing: A crappy pair of boots, a dirty shirt, and old pants.
Status: {Open, Sara}

[dream4]

Within the first few moments Sarah neared the woman, her mind felt as if it had gotten slammed by something - or someone. This woman's mind was - weirdly wired. Hearing her brief thoughts about not being able to distinguish subspecies outside of angels and such, she sighed silently in relief. That was good though, which meant that she wouldn't be able to figure out what she was. Hopefully. But she clung to that hope no matter what. Her eyes followed her dog's movements, and realized, with slightly widened eyes, that the woman petting her was getting her coat dirty. A pang of anger rolled through her, but then again, Rain was due for a bath soon anyway, this just brought it around faster than she had imagined. Grinning weakly, she shrugged, "Thank you, and don't you go worrying about it, she was due for a bath soon anyway, you just ran me out of excuses."

[/color] she flashed a short-lived, small smile to the blonde woman, as Rain turned her head to the Nephilim and licked her hand as if in a gesture to comfort her. Letting the dog do that, the blonde girl then sighed softly, before hearing the woman respond to her offering about the nearby boutique. Arching a light-colored brow, she grinned coyly, and answered, one hand placing itself on her hip before she could stop herself, "That may be, but that's before the demons came."[/color] she gave her a knowing look, and mused, "I go there all the time, no one is ever in there, it's like an unofficial trading place, we take something, most of the time it's suggested to leave something there. Not always, but you can go there and browse, and take what you need."[/color]

Her voice rang true. Sarah did it quite frequently, especially now, accommodating for the fact that she was going to start getting bigger within the next 9 months. At least her baby wouldn't be born in the dead of winter, more in the summertime, that would be nice. A grin fell on her features at that thought, before she brought her attention back to the present-day. Sarah fell silent at her mentioning of getting a cheap lunch, and she glanced towards where she knew there was a nearby café, where the owners had struck a deal with the demons, in order for them not to hurt the cafe, or anyone within or around the cafe at any given time. So far, the demons seemed to be respecting that, though frequently demons could be seen inside the cafe, testing out the food there. Sarah mused, as the woman stood up, "There's the café there, everything's very reasonably priced, and home-made."[/color] she smiled softly, curious about her laugh she'd done earlier, having caught something about being mothered. Sarah grinned to herself. By her? That was probably the case. Her mind paused when the woman stood, and Rain fell back loyally to Sarah's side.

Seeing the woman's hand outstretch to a formal handshake, Sarah looked to her with curious, inquisitive eyes. Lifting her own hand and connecting her hand with her own, Sarah spoke, "Not very often you see such manners now a days..."[/color] she paused slightly after their hands dropped, "But it's nice to meet you nevertheless, Orane."[/color] Green eyes watched the woman's movements, trusting her to an extent, but Sarah then inquired, "Would you prefer lunch first, or check out what's in the store there?"[/color] She left it up to her, as Rain coiled herself around Sarah's legs calmly. Teeth in her mouth found her bottom lip silently, as she watched this woman. It wasn't an angelic smell, at least not a pure angel smell. It made her think of Hayden and his smell she'd encountered just recently. Remaining silent, Sarah let Orane make her choice.



i believe i told some lies /raths!. im holding onto all i had /idk the words.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /coming soon!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /ugh, sorry it sucks. XP REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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[raths]

She was walking slowly across the waves she could see the ships is the distance and she could hear the cannons, the weaponry, and the guns; and she could hear the screams but of course she could do nothing for the dying men. It was against what they were told to do it was against his way. She turned her face skyward and screamed into the; sky she screamed towards them. They and all they had done, all they have not done, and everything they were yet to do. But of course she was not really walking across the waves, she was cleaning two-piece the broken ship she was dying on the water, the salt dug into her pores and her eyes were bleeding from the unending agony of the salty sea.

Sarah smiled at her and uneasily let out a forced smile, which made Orane wince in response for she knew it was her fault that the hound was filthy and that the owner did not appreciate its added burden. Shrugging sheepishly as there was nothing she could really do about it Orane began to read the features of the woman who stood before her, she was unique in that she did not seem to sense the loss of value that existed within Orane, the loss of self and the internal struggle which continued to exist within her form. If nothing else the woman seemed to pity her current condition more than anything, but there was something hidden within this woman she seemed to be protecting something, confused if nothing else. Anyway, it is absolutely divine to have someone to speak with.

Sara seemed to be laughing at her when she told that the store was no longer “open,” while it was open simply you did not have to have money to use it. It is more the traditional bargain store, with an especially lovely bargain; but there was a catch though there was food nearby." But I have nothing to give; everything I own is on my back.” Orane, with her head turned towards the ground whispered to the dirt beneath her feet. "I have nothing to leave in my stead." Of course in this moment her pride took another bashing, this time caused by her own true words.

Sighing, it seemed like again she had been mistaken, handshakes were no longer commonplace. And blushing slightly, covered in dirt, she offered a mumbled statement “I was born in a different time, and it's been ages since I spoke with someone so alive with the modern culture. And it is indeed a wonderful thing to have made your acquaintance, Sarah." Ugh, of course she had simply once again made a fool of herself. Damn these these these, memories…

Nodding her head and striking out towards store (poverty, and pride had never stopped her before) Orane limped slightly in her cardboard lined shoe. She hesitated only a moment before continuing, as if she truly did not wish to leave the company of the hound and it's master. But alas she continued on surely hoping that they would follow. She was a woman on a mission, she was out and about and she was going to find herself a brand-new pair of shit–kickers. Preferably black, and preferably attached to a brand-new pair of cargo pants.

Word Count:100+
Character Mood: Odd
Muse: Low (I just got a speaking software and I am working out the kinks, I am so sorry for the quality.)Inspiration: None
Clothing: A crappy pair of boots, a dirty shirt, and old pants.
Status: {Open, Sara}

[dream4]

Who-ever this woman was, Sarah thought quietly to herself, she certainly knew - or appeared to know - what she was doing. Then, her words answered Sarah's comment on the store. A look fell over her features, as if telling this woman she was as stubborn as a mule. No matter, Sarah had dealt with people like this before, Llyon was one of them too. Placing a hand on her hip, her eyes fell down to Rain for a moment, who was circling around her legs, before then prancing back up to the blonde woman in front of her and she then licked the woman's hand, before sitting down by Orane, tail wagging a mile a minute, lightly across the ground. Rain didn't seem to mind the dirt, and Sarah didn't either, as long as Rain didn't seem to be bothered by it, she wouldn't be. Letting this thought flow into her features, the blonde then listened to Orange speak. Shaking her head, she reached out, and her hand clasped around Orane's forearm, and she spoke, holding herself in the place, knowing she could probably keep Orane there - mostly - and she spoke, "Orane, listen."

[/color] she made sure she had her attention, "I said you're going there to check it out, I have stuff to leave, so don't you worry about that."[/color] She gave the woman a sharp look, before Rain whined happily, and took some steps towards the boutique, which was now just a place for people to exchange stuff or go and look around at the minimum. Her eyes brightened slightly at Orane's words, mostly out of curiosity, just how old was this woman? Definitely older than she appeared.

Should she ask though? Sarah knew it was never very proper to ask a woman her age, but in this day and age...so what? Granted even if some of the buildings were crumbling, others were steady and provided for good places to hide out, as well as for businesses, small businesses to take hold and root themselves too. Maybe the humans did have a future, since she figured she wouldn't fit in with either side. Her hand released Orane at this thought, this epiphany along with having heard some of the woman's thoughts. She thought she was taking pity on her? Even if this woman wasn't in the shape she was in, Sarah would still make her do something, go get something hot to eat at the minimum. Green eyes darkened, she would never fit in fully with the angels or the humans - a mix between the two races. Her child, would he or she fit in with the angels, since it would mostly be angel? It had to, the father was angel, and she was half-angel, so only a quarter of them would be human. Nibbling her bottom lip, the hand that had not been holding onto Orane fell silently to her stomach, thoughts consuming her consciousness mind for a few brief moments. Yes, that would make sense. She prayed her child would be able to find their niche in the world, among either angels or humans, since she seemed to have found hers, wandering between both angels and the humans, leaning towards the humans somewhat more than the angels though.

Sarah's attention quickly returned to Orane, and she locked her gaze onto the woman's, before she mentioned, "Either way, you're eating, and I'm getting it for you. Because I can, and I want to."[/color] Sarah spoke, making sure that she clarified it wasn't pity, it was just her ways. She'd always been a mother type to everyone - except for demons, they were an exception. Course the moment Orane took a few steps away and towards the café, Sarah sighed and shortly followed her, her hand falling off her stomach and down to her side, "Ok, but after wards we're checking that place out for you, deal?"[/color] Her eyes hardened in sternness, but caring nonetheless. Patting Rain who was walking alongside her, as always, Sarah then looked to Orane, before inquiring softly, "I know it really isn't much of my business but..."[/color] she paused slightly, inhaling slowly, making sure the scent was the same as the one she figured was before. Yes, it certainly was, so she pressed on, "When...when did it happen to you?"[/color] she hoped Orane would figure it out that she meant when she had become a fallen, though she didn't mind if Orane didn't answer, after all it was a bit more of a personal question for some fallen.



i believe i told some lies /raths!. im holding onto all i had /idk the words.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /coming soon!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /here you are. ^^ hope it's all right, sorry it took a few. REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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