Fallen Angels
06-07-2014, 07:42 PM
| Sephiroth |
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He would trek across Valhallan lands, the morning sun rising above the trees. He moved from the plains towards the lake, the winter air cool upon his form. Mist wrapped around his paws as it stirred over the lakes surface, the dull sound of the water lapping at the shores nearby. He had left on a patrol, leaving Leon to spend time with his family and Caerul to do his own things today. Dual toned figure stopped at the edge of the lake at last, the serenity of the lake's placid surface calming him to the core. He had been uneasy lately, mostly due to his lack of sleep. His mind had refused to allow him such a luxury, for he blamed himself for one person who he thought was important in his life...but she had walked away. Because of her, he hardened again into a shell that he had just begun to break out of. To become someone different, but no. He was not allowed even that, and so he would remain distant from the feelings of those he did not wish to hurt again. A scent would reach him, the scent he learned to recognize as Lavender. Though there was something else too, something familiar. Head would turn, peering through the mist that so began to slowly dissipate into the air. He would see the still form of a white wolf, black tipped ears and tail visible through the fog. Tilting his silvery white head, he would notice that it was none other then the girl he accepted at the borders not too long ago. He moved towards her, the X shaped scar on his chest rippling with his steps as his footfalls were quiet, though he made sure to make some noise as he walked so as not to startle her, and not only that but he would walk in the direction of the wind so she would scent him too. Finally as he approached, he stopped a few feet from her. "Hello, Angel. What brings you out here today?" |