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Post by Carhartt on May 26, 2013 15:34:44 GMT -5
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A lot had been running through her mind lately. Arrabella couldn’t believe how close earth was now. It was tangible, just barely out of her reach. Gabe had advised that the angels stay in heaven until farther notice, so being the sweet little obedient angel she was she stayed there, yearning to dance on the soil once more. It had been a painful three-year since she died. One would think there was no pain in heaven, but when you beatingless heart yearned to beat again there was always pain. Tears sparkled as they teetered on the edge of her cerulean lids. How she wished one day she could feel alive one more day.
The palomino overo lied on a small stationary cloud. Petite tendons wrapped closed underneath her, with her cranium laying on small tough, made perfectly for a pillow. The ivory tendrils of her banner gathered in a heaping pile while her extremely long whipcord framed her petite bodice. Swallowing softly she looked down through the hazey gates of heaven unto the beautiful land, called earth. Before she would have to stare down at from thousands of miles about, and now it was so close she could see the small creatures that inhabited it. The want to explore was beginning to become overwhelming but she knew she must do as the Lord says. There was no absolute reason she could deceive his royalness.
Ever since heaven collided to earth she spent her days just watching it, just wanting to feel alive again. Heaven was nice and all but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being alive. Arrabella just wanted to fly off this cloud and explore every inch of the earth. Meet as many faces and make as many friends as possible. Angels were nice and all but they were just that, angels. There was nothing alive about them—most were so dull and typically happy. She yearned for loud personalities, different train of thoughts and just to witness freedom once more.
A deep exhale escaped her pink labrums as she closed her orbs slowly. A single tear slid down her thin jowls, as the memories of her last few days played in her mind. She was so alone… yet here she felt even more lonely. Arrabella just wasn’t ready to die. She had so much to live for and here she was stuck an eternity wishing to be alive just one more day—but it was impossible now because was dead, forever.
Arrabella walks.
Arrabella thinks.
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Post by Tweety on Jun 2, 2013 19:13:36 GMT -5
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Kyros |
[/font] - King of the Angels -[/right]
The time had come to meet those that still called Heaven their home. The teal colored stallion had made his presence known only a day earlier and figured he should probably meet those which his charge was over. Kyros, as he was called, wanted to meet the others and show to them he would be a king fit for the thrown of Heaven. The stag wanted nothing more to seek revenge upon the Demons that rotted below the earth but he contained himself, for Kyros knew the he must think with a level head and not act rashly. No, he was nothing like that. He was calm and collected and never batted an eye at such things. Kyros would never let anyone see what was bothering him for he kept all emotions aside. He was like a blank canvas and that was how he liked it.
The teal colored stallion needed to think. He needed to come up with his master plan of getting back at the demons. Yet he knew, he knew he needed to tread lightly and clean up the mess that filled the heavens. Such a beautiful place it once was, it was now dreary and a place others no longer wished to live. It needed to change, and that was what Kyros was here for. Turning up his eyes to the deepest of skies, he spread his wings and rose into the skies. He began to wonder what he would see as he glided through the air, but he didn't expect much. Lately, the stud had expected little from what he saw.
Milky pools scanned the horizon in front of him when he saw something. A equine laying upon a cloud? He moved towards her, taking in the little mare who lay upon a cloud. Swooping down in front of her he watched, her pools closed. Kyros was steathy when it came to flying. He soon cleared his throat. "Miss. What is it you do laying up here? Seems rather boring." His tones were deep yet smooth. He watched her through cloudy eyes, awaiting her response.
"Speech"
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