The Fallen (Fallen Angel RP Semi-Lit)

[Remini]

(Is Rosalie Faith? It seems like she is, so I'm just going to go with that during this post ^^)
Damien was extremely curious and confused all the same by the fallen named Demetri. A family? Not many had those, since most fallen's families still resided in heaven along with the rest of the angels. It was even harder to imagine an angel that still needed to be taken care of and watched over doing something so wrong they could be cast out of heaven. It was different for angsty and delinquent teens, of course. He cast a smile towards Faith, and nodded. "I can see how that would be useful if you needed to contact someone." He told her, glancing towards Roman when he grunted. He quickly tore his eyes away, as to not offend the probably more dominant male again. It seemed as if they almost naturally clashed, mostly on accident. Damien felt the need to cause an argument with the other angel for no apparent reason, but pushed the horrible urge back.

[Shaggs]

(Grr. Sorry, yeah. Wish I could blame autocorrect xD))

Faith's eyebrows knitted together silently. How could this Fallen possible have family? Perhaps her kin were of angel decent, or Fallen like themselves. Was her sin that of committing an immoral act with a human? Faith shook her head lightly, as if to rid herself of the thoughts. Demitri's troubles were her own, not to be taken on by her peers. "That's quite alright," Faith told Demi whilst showing her sparkling whites. Eight-thirty sounded perfectly fine to herself, meaning it was also fine with Roman. "8:30 is fine with me, also," Faith spoke again, the frown between her eyebrows disappearing. A small grunt also hit Faith's sensitive ears, making the woman give Roman a side glance. Careful to go unseen by most, Faith struck a hand out. Quick as lightening Faith's hand collided with Roman's stomach; A warning. Soon enough her limb returned to her side elegantly, another smile on for show.

Roman opened his mouth to give this male Fallen a piece of his mind, haven seen the glance, when a limb struck his abdomen. The hit did not hurt physically, but more hurt emotionally--not that Roman would say anything. Instead his features darkened considerably. The Fallen crossed his arms over his chest, similar to a child haven been scolded.

[Alpha*]

(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.

The City of the Fallen, Seamus glowers in slight expectancy all around. The brown Wer spots the other, a she-wer? No-way. In all his years he'd never met one...let alone one who is so...alluring to the Beast. With a flirtatious wink he is a human with dark jean's and a dark-green turtle-neck. He bows, eyes never leaving her face. "Good evening She-Wer." he says politely once straitened. Only a hint of the monster he is shows in his eyes and sounds in his gravel-and-chocolate voice. "What brings you to this part of Syri?"

[reasonable.]

Demetri White; Angel of Flowers
Winter smiled softly, and quietly spoke. "Well, it was nice meeting you all. I'll see you later." Her green eyes shone sweetly as she turned the cart and walked away alone, as the store speaker blurted out. "Clean up on Aisle 4!" Demetri quickly skirted away, turning back to the group quickly to wave, then walking over to the darkest aisle. "Hm.. Lets see." She pulled out a list, containing regular foods and materials. "Soup.." Her grandmother had loved soup. Atleast, as far as she knew. She'd always been so secretive and dark, but Demi never minded. Grabbing the soup, she placed it in a bag and walked to the single-register, scanned the item, and payed.

[Shaggs]

Azyure's jowls clashed together in shock as this werewolf winked at her. Soon enough the man spoke, sending a shiver down Azyure's spine at the sheer masculinity. The shock soon wore off, to be replaced with an unnatural trail to Azyure; Flirtatiousness. "I think the real question, brute, is what are you doing here?" Azyure responded, giving off the interpretation that this was in fact her domain. And it was. This city belonged to her, at least in Azyure's eyes. She had an entire pack of weres at her disposal, ready to fight a war at the bat of her eyelashes.
A single golden orb closed in a wink at this man, clearly amused by his antics. It had been awhile since Azyure had confrontations with a were that radiated the kind of masculinity this one seemed to. Although she was surrounded by them on a daily basis, not met her high standards. Or made her care, for that matter.

[Alpha*]

The city of the Fallen, Syri grows dark around the pair of flirting Werwolves, and with the darkness comes the unnatural chill of autumn. Seamus considers the urge to flick his ears..and would have if he were Brother-Wolf; "We stalk the city by night...and the Undernieth by day." he says in reply. "To hunt those weaker than us. In our quest to find the one which is as good as we are." the tense that there is more than one is sprung from he never having met another Wer, from being so alone for so long. He can smell the other males on her, as if she is Claimed and promptly decides she isnt for him...as much as he WANTS her to be. That gravel-and-chocolate voice holds an edge of seduction but only just; "If I may take my leave Miss...?" he inquires politely, the statement formed into a question for her name.

[Shaggs]

A single eyebrow rose in question, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. Azyure's golden orbs now watched this brute cautiously, searching for what she should had done in the first place. Searching for danger. His posture indicated none, but who knows what lay in that masculine voice. "Titan. Azyure Titan," Azyure responded. Now both eyebrows rose--a gesture for this male to expose his own name. Azyure would be sure to keep an eye on this particular were. From his scent he smelled pack-less, only stirring Azyure's interest. Only it was not a romantic interest. No, Azyure was far too scarred from her late husband for that. He merely seemed strong-- a delightful addition to her fighters.

[Alpha*]

The City of the Fallen-- The huge Wer arcs an eyebrow at the girl before him...and ever-so-slightly smiles at her. It is more of the tilt of the corners of his mouth, betraying curious humor. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Azyure Titan, you have lovely eyes." he rumbles, then that smile broadens and with a tilt of his head he is the wolf and loping away. *Hmm...Azyure means Blue....* Muses Seamus as with tail high he exits the alley-way, of course he is paying attention to her as he leaves - just incase she decides to attack him.

[reasonable.]

Demetri White; Angel of Flowers
Winter smiled softly, and quietly spoke. "Well, it was nice meeting you all. I'll see you later." Her green eyes shone sweetly as she turned the cart and walked away alone, as the store speaker blurted out. "Clean up on Aisle 4!" Demetri quickly skirted away, turning back to the group quickly to wave, then walking over to the darkest aisle. "Hm.. Lets see." She pulled out a list, containing regular foods and materials. "Soup.." Her grandmother had loved soup. Atleast, as far as she knew. She'd always been so secretive and dark, but Demi never minded. Grabbing the soup, she placed it in a bag and walked to the single-register, scanned the item, and payed.

[Shaggs]

(@Fellow I'm waiting for the others as well. ))

Azuyre watched the brute walk away with narrowed golden orbs. It was not often anyone, even a male at that matter, walked away from Azyure Titan and lived. It had now become Azyure's personal goal to recruit this interesting male. One way or another. Giving the were one final golden glance, Azyure turned on her heels and abandoned the alleyway. Once she exited, Azyure began strolling the sidewalk. The brute offered some distraction from her previous mission, but had not detered the woman. She still had a bone to pick with a certain exotic Fallen.