The Fallen (Fallen Angel RP Semi-Lit)

[Alpha*]

(Thank you Jenn, Either or is fine with me. )

City of the Fallen, Syri is oddly quiet for this time of day, or so Morag guesses. He cannot remember if this part of Syri should be louder but he is reading the uneasyness in the eyes of those he is serving. The Fallen is careful not to think, only to smile, and especially not to touch anyone. That is why he wears gloves. Phantom eyes are satisfied when his box is empty...and there is no-one hungry. "I will see you all later." he says and begins walking away. Long since had Seamus bored of teasing his friend and left to torment a mortal with fangs and whispered words. Mor sighs and shakes his head.

Benieth the city of the Fallen, Seamus sighs in the shadows his mind on the Fallen who he regularly torments with murmmers of the vile deeds he had done. What doesnt satisfy the Wer is that Morag never gets angry, only looks at him with unnamed, unsounded grief; Nor is the once-angel ever turned to vileness, to rebel against those who Cast Him Out. And does he have a soul? He must, because only those with souls worry about the state of them...and Seamus' must be corrupted. The young man shakes his head and contemplates as he walks down the concrete way, accompanied by rats and the drip of refuse water.

[Shaggs]

((I also have Azyure, a were.))

Azyure emerged from the warehouse she called home, away from the chaos that continued to rain inside. The death of her Beta had caused much commotion, and much grieving. Azyure was far too cold-hearted to even bat an eye at the "tragic demise" of the man. "Circle of Life," Azyure snapped behind her, although no one would hear. It was true, though. Everyone would fall to their death eventually, some earlier than others.
With a sigh Azyure shook her head softly, ridding herself of the unnatural thoughts. She would get revenge. Not for the useless life lost. But for breaking and entering her domain. Her territory. That had dire consequences, ones punishable for death. At least in her book. Azyure pulled her sweater around her, stuffing cold hands in side of her jeans pocket and her footfalls landed upon the unforgiving ground. The cold air was relentless, stirring up leaves until they landed upon their cement deathbed.

Faith's golden gaze turned towards Damion at his question. Truthfully, the only reason she even owned such a human object as a phone, was to stay in contact with Roman at all times. It was somewhat hard to explain. "Um...With a cell phone? We each give each other our number?" She tried. Faith did not know if the man did not understand the term phone, or her wording of swapping numbers. A tiny giggle was emitted from Faith as she took in Damion's now comical stance. With his head cocked to the side like a lost puppy.

Roman became tempted to narrow his eyes at Damion's penetrating gaze, but refrained. One thing he did not like, was to be challenged or studied. That was exactly what this other Fallen seemed to be doing. A low grunt was emitted from Roman, as if telling Damion to back off a bit. Perhaps even remove his gaze.

[reasonable.]

Demetri White; Angel of Flowers

Demetri slowly walked over to the group. She noticed another boy had joined them, and smiled politely."Please excuse my absence. My instincts can get a hold of me sometimes.."She brushed her hair over her eyes, hiding the fact that sadness welled inside. Her first chance at making friends who wouldn't yell and scream and hit her with random objects, and she'd blew it. "If you don't mind, I'd like to come to dinner with you all." She said slowly, still having her hair covering her pale green eyes.

[Jenn.]

:::{Di} Dianna Boardmann, Angel Of Prosperity:::
Dianna must have zoned off or something, because the next thing that she knew, Demetri was back over with the other Fallen. She shook her heard and with a swift turn on heal, gracefully walked back over to the group. She looked up at the others, her bold green eyes shimmering with curiosity. Di really wanted to ask the others what they had done to make themselves Fallen, tough she knew that it would be unwise. Especially since she didn't know if they could be trusted. She glanced back up towards Faith, "About that dinner invite," she begun, "I would love to come, though I need to get my produce home before it spoils," said Di with a gleaming smile on her face. As she conversed with the Fallen, a long piece of hair fell into her face, though with a swift movement of her hand, it was tucked behind her ear. "Around what time would we be going?" she added with a sheepish grin on her face.

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:::Ron Boardmann, Angel Of Solitude:::
Ron glanced down at his watch, it was getting late, so he decided to head to his favorite cafe' before it closed. Within a couple of minutes he arrived. He slowly entered the building, and sat down at the front dinning counter. "I'd like some chicken noodle soup," he said to the lady that was working the front counter. The lady nodded, wrote down his order and walked back to give it to the chef. Ron sighed. He was clearly bored out of his mid. If only he could get over his dislike towards being around people, or to say socializing with them, he'd be a more rounded person.

[reasonable.]

;Demetri White, Angel of Flowers;
Demi started fidgeting. How am I going to explain all of this to my grandmother? She thought, but kept a calm look on her face. She'd tell her that she'd made friends, which was really a surprise compared to the White family tree. Listening to Di, she nodded. "Yes, what time will we be going" She asked, looking up from her fidgeting hands.

[Alpha*]

The City of the Fallen, Morag looks away from the flickering flames in the Cafe' s hearth and sighs, stirs the hot cocoa slowly, watches the steam swirl into the air and disipate. Memories that he has never incurred dance in his mind elusively like silver fish in a sunlit pool. There are clouds in the sky he notes...or is that from someone elses' daydreams? The Fallen, Mor freezes, a rigid sculpture of ice and surpressed fire when the other who has been Torn from Grace enters the Cafe' and orders...soup. Morag sips the liquid until it is gone and orders another...this time with buttered, toasted biscuts.

Undernieth The City of the Fallen... A brown Wer stalks the darkness and elongating shadows, russet pelt ruffled in a lightly chill breeze. He lifts his muzzle in a dogish way and scents the air before erupting from the drain into an alley-way, still consumed by the beast. He lets out a howl a cross between a ravenious hunger and a vicious grief. Was there anyone out there for him? Someone who could match him in more than words...

[Shaggs]

(Just waiting for Misha before I respond with my Fallen. Just being curtious ))

Azyure's ears perked slightly, the female stopping in her tracks completely. A feral, animalistic sound had cut through the silentness of the night, stirring up Azyure's own beast. Soon enough a creature emerged from the entrance of the ally-way, showing off it's teeth for all to see. Being the mate of her late husband, left Azyure to be Alpha. So naturally this wolf did nothing to scare her, although it did spark her interest. Her own lips pulled back from her teeth, baring the already sharpening canines. A silent way of letting this newcomer know she was powerful and not afraid of much. Death did nothing to scare her, which was either a weakness or a strength.

[Remini]

(Woops I'm sorry, I would of sworn I replied o3o)

Damien shifted his eyes away from Roman like an apology, he forgot momentarily that some may get offended by his lingering gaze. "Oh, I see." He replied, although not fully understanding. It was probably a common term, that he just didn't quite get the hang of just yet. "I don't have a phone." He admitted with a smile, hoping the other fallen would understand. She had giggled at his stance, which he quickly straightened out with a cough of embarrassment.

[Shaggs]

((No problem. I always hate when I get left out of things in RPs, so I figured you wouldn't like it either.))

Faith let out another small laugh, yet again amused by the bashful man in front of her. "Its quite alright. I only have one so I can contact Roman," Faith responded, raising a hand and gesturing towards her older sibling. Hunger quickly began eating at Rosalie, although she tried to hide it as best she could. Her golden orbs soon switched to Demi and Di, a smile quickly caressing her angelic features. "Whatever time best suits you all," She responded politely, the smile never leaving her features.

Roman let out a grunt of approval as Damien removed his gaze. Not only did he feel studied heavily, he felt uncovered. As if his peircing gaze could look straight through him. It was unnerving. As Rosalie spoke, Roman shifted his eyes towards her, nodding his head in silent agreement.

[reasonable.]

Demetri White; Angel Of Flowers
Demetri smiled back, and looked down at her watch. "Is.. 8:30 okay? I have to take care of family." Her green eyes went dim, as she gazed over at the soup aisle. She turned her head backwards again, trying not to zone out, and fumbled with her bag. Her skirt was crumpled from running, her boots worn out. She'd almost look like a homeless person, if it wasn't for the gold encrusted necklace chained to her neck. She turned it in her palm, a small grin appearing on her face. Turning it
Again, she saw the small rosebud on the front. She let go, letting it clink against her chest, and turned back to Rosalie.