[.Battleship]

Name: Nerryn (nare-IN) {Gold-eyed}
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Other: (Picture/story/poem) I had to choose one poem, so I chose this one to signify how it is to be a fallen angel.

There is the Sun
There is the Moon
And I am the Space
Distant to many
Who float in their greatness

Within my darkest depths
There lie lights of hope
That burn so bright
And sparkle asunder

But when they look at me
They turn away
Because when they look in me
They find no answer
No relation but an enigma

All I am is behind and around
Never to be embraced
For no one hears my silent sound
Lost in space

Fallen stars to Rings of Saturn
Countless times have I thrown my fire
To break its pattern
Why am I so desperate
And irrelevant

Broken wings
And shattered dreams
What am I
To disagree

There is the Sun
There is the Moon
And I am the Space
No one to be my company
No one relates to my empty place

[pecan]

Name:
Cecedit. It means 'fallen' in Latin. (Suh-see-deet)

Age:
4

Gender:
Female

Other:
Story
Nobody knows.

I melt into the darkness once night falls, and when all humans are in their houses, I unleash the evil in my heart.

Soul-snatching.

I scent and taste the air. It smelled deliciously sweet, and the souls which wander out of their sleeping mortal bodies are oblivious to me. Silently, I swooped through the air, latching myself on a wispy shape.

It howled, unable to escape as I paralyze it with my bright gold eyes. As I feed on the essence of it, sighing in contentment, lightning split the heavens and rain started to fall, grieving for another loss of a soul. The other souls have fled elsewhere; afraid of me. Letting out a purr of satisfication, I tried to ignore my rich brown fur that was soaked by the relentless rain, leaving me cold and miserable. Inside me, though, was a strange emptiness that was colder than ice.

I try to shrug the strange feeling away. It feels so uncomfortable, like something itchy that clings onto fur and cannot be shaken or bit off. This feeling has disturbed me since the day the Death Eclipse borne me, and try as I might, I cannot make out what is causing this.

I harden myself against these thoughts. I should be fearless, free of worries. I am power and destruction itself. The dark forest where I reside in during the day looms before me, and with great relief I pick up speed, racing against the fingers of dawn that creep through the sky. Deftly, I slip into the shadows of the trees, sighing as a feeling of safety envelopes me. My bright gold eyes do not work well during the day.

As I am about to curl up in a tree hollow, a quiet sound of sobbing makes me prick my ears. What was that? Not a human, for sure, I decide, sniffing at the air. It smells strange, like a mixture of honey tinged with the all too familiar scent of bitter hate and resentment, with the burning sensation of regret and sadness.

My curiousity gets the better of me. The glowing halos wrapped around my body warm up, vibrating slightly as my mood switches to excitement and thrill. Ignoring the pain that tingled through my fur where a ray of sunlight touched it, I followed the source of the sobs. Curiosity kills the Neko, a voice warns, but I pay no heed to it.

I catch a small glimpse of a figure with raven-black hair between the foliage, and steeling myself, I cautiously near it.

I can hardly control my surprise. A fallen angel! She has striking features, like all angels, and her wavy hair rippled halfway down her waist. She looks just like a blessed one, except for the tattered ebony dress she wears and the small ebony orbs bobbing around her. The sugared scent of angel's stardust was fading from her, too. In one clenched fist she grips a golden halo, which glows dully. Her once-majestic feathered wings droop despondently.

She looks up in shock when I let out a small meow. "H-hello, Neko," she murmurs, reaching out her hand. I contemplate for a while before leaning against it. "You feel so soft," she says, smiling a little. Her tear-filled eyes brighten a bit, and she asks,"You're a fallen angel Neko, aren't you? Like me," she adds sadly when I nod.

We rest in companiable silence and she continues rubbing my fur absent-mindedly. With each minute, the empty feeling...warms up. I have never expected this. "I'm...my name is Angelique." She laughed bitterly. "How ironic." She grinned as I let out a purr of amusement. I pick up a stick in my mouth and carve my name as best as I can in the ground. "C-e-c-e-d-i-t," she reads out. "That's Latin for fallen, huh?" I nod and she smooths my fur. Then she pulls out a loose silken thread from her dress and tying her halo tightly to it, she carefully places the thread around my neck. "There. A gift for you, 'cause you're my first best friend."

As we watch in awe, the halo glows, brighter than ever.

Art
Who says fallen angels can't feel?

[*Spiritofthewolves*]

Name:Fallen Raven
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Other: (Picture/story/poem)

Twisting and turning blackness,
I can not see only blackness,
floating is my orb,
where am I now.

Floating turning what is that,
a halo floating around my head,
up up up I go, only darkness still.

touching me what is that feathers, floating,
what am I,
what do I look like am I pretty or ugly,

Twisting and turning blackness,
a tiny bit of light,
what is it I see happieness and light,

I wish I could go but I must stay here,
I will get my chance some day soon because my ending of sorrow is near.

[Mihochi]

You need to judge this one Neko-bean :3

[Neko-the-Gunslinger]

Name:
Cecedit. It means 'fallen' in Latin. (Suh-see-deet)

Age:
4

Gender:
Female

Other:
Story
Nobody knows.

I melt into the darkness once night falls, and when all humans are in their houses, I unleash the evil in my heart.

Soul-snatching.

I scent and taste the air. It smelled deliciously sweet, and the souls which wander out of their sleeping mortal bodies are oblivious to me. Silently, I swooped through the air, latching myself on a wispy shape.

It howled, unable to escape as I paralyze it with my bright gold eyes. As I feed on the essence of it, sighing in contentment, lightning split the heavens and rain started to fall, grieving for another loss of a soul. The other souls have fled elsewhere; afraid of me. Letting out a purr of satisfication, I tried to ignore my rich brown fur that was soaked by the relentless rain, leaving me cold and miserable. Inside me, though, was a strange emptiness that was colder than ice.

I try to shrug the strange feeling away. It feels so uncomfortable, like something itchy that clings onto fur and cannot be shaken or bit off. This feeling has disturbed me since the day the Death Eclipse borne me, and try as I might, I cannot make out what is causing this.

I harden myself against these thoughts. I should be fearless, free of worries. I am power and destruction itself. The dark forest where I reside in during the day looms before me, and with great relief I pick up speed, racing against the fingers of dawn that creep through the sky. Deftly, I slip into the shadows of the trees, sighing as a feeling of safety envelopes me. My bright gold eyes do not work well during the day.

As I am about to curl up in a tree hollow, a quiet sound of sobbing makes me prick my ears. What was that? Not a human, for sure, I decide, sniffing at the air. It smells strange, like a mixture of honey tinged with the all too familiar scent of bitter hate and resentment, with the burning sensation of regret and sadness.

My curiousity gets the better of me. The glowing halos wrapped around my body warm up, vibrating slightly as my mood switches to excitement and thrill. Ignoring the pain that tingled through my fur where a ray of sunlight touched it, I followed the source of the sobs. Curiosity kills the Neko, a voice warns, but I pay no heed to it.

I catch a small glimpse of a figure with raven-black hair between the foliage, and steeling myself, I cautiously near it.

I can hardly control my surprise. A fallen angel! She has striking features, like all angels, and her wavy hair rippled halfway down her waist. She looks just like a blessed one, except for the tattered ebony dress she wears and the small ebony orbs bobbing around her. The sugared scent of angel's stardust was fading from her, too. In one clenched fist she grips a golden halo, which glows dully. Her once-majestic feathered wings droop despondently.

She looks up in shock when I let out a small meow. "H-hello, Neko," she murmurs, reaching out her hand. I contemplate for a while before leaning against it. "You feel so soft," she says, smiling a little. Her tear-filled eyes brighten a bit, and she asks,"You're a fallen angel Neko, aren't you? Like me," she adds sadly when I nod.

We rest in companiable silence and she continues rubbing my fur absent-mindedly. With each minute, the empty feeling...warms up. I have never expected this. "I'm...my name is Angelique." She laughed bitterly. "How ironic." She grinned as I let out a purr of amusement. I pick up a stick in my mouth and carve my name as best as I can in the ground. "C-e-c-e-d-i-t," she reads out. "That's Latin for fallen, huh?" I nod and she smooths my fur. Then she pulls out a loose silken thread from her dress and tying her halo tightly to it, she carefully places the thread around my neck. "There. A gift for you, 'cause you're my first best friend."

As we watch in awe, the halo glows, brighter than ever.

Art
Who says fallen angels can't feel?

This blew me away! ;w; I loved the story and the art was nice^^ Contrats! You won <3

Sorry for a slight delay^^;

[.Battleship]

Good job, Sense!

[Mihochi]

This Neko has aged one year!