EmilyZhang wrote:
Pets' names: Left is Tod. Right is Angela.
Genders: Tod is a male and Angela is a female.
Story: Tod is from the Plushie clan/tribe and Angela is from the Angel clan/tribe. One day, Angela hurts her wing and crashes. She meets Tod and... pls write the next! Can't wait!
More info: Tod's favorite color is blue. Maybe that could help? And Angela is very girly, as in loving accessories and things like that.
Note: I'll dress them up right now.
I look up briefly, as has become my custom whilst living with the Plushie tribe. I feel no loyalty for them, though. You never know when an Angel might attack. I shake my head at my ridiculous thoughts- I’ve only been a member for a year or so, and already I’m thinking the worst of the neighbours. Then again… we are sworn enemies… If the stories are true, then Angels are beautiful sirens, created by the devil to lure Plushies and other tribes to their deaths. They are despised by all. Then again, I’d spotted them flying by now and then, out of the rocks and missiles we sent their way, and they look perfectly normal. Not particularly beautiful, or deadly, or cunning, or any of the things in the tales. They just look scared.
I am shocked out of my thoughts by a scream. A shape knocks me to the ground, and I take it as an attack from an Angel. My knife flashes in the sunlight, ready at the Angels throat. I make the first cut, I am scared of my own actions, so the incision is only shallow. Then I make a mistake: - or perhaps it is the best thing I have ever done? - looking in her eyes. They are a beautiful rose colour, and remind me of a pink sunset. I falter, and drop my knife. Then I take the time to look at the rest of her. I breathe a sigh of relief, glad that I stopped in my tracks. She is clearly not dangerous, not in any shape to fight. She is dressed in a sky blue top (my favourite colour), with greeny-blue shorts. There is a delicate golden locket around her throat, clearly precious to her. I reach out to take a closer look, but my eyes meet hers, and I pause yet again. She looks so helpless, and I realise with certainty that I will never do anything to hurt her. My heart sings as it fills with a new purpose, to protect this fallen angel. It’s not love… but complete and utter loyalty. She opens her lips slightly, and a single word passes them, barely more than a whisper. I bend down to catch it, ‘speciosus…’ Then her eyelids close over those beautiful eyes, and I am left sitting beside her, panting lightly.
I groan as I realise the response that her arrival in camp will bring. I just hope my brother- the chief- will understand. I laugh coldly. Who am I kidding- certainly not myself? He has the deepest set loathing for the angels out of us all! Apparently his wife was drawn away from him by a cruel and handsome Angel male. It is rumoured that she is imprisoned in their highest tower. I don’t believe it though- if I was married to my brother, it wouldn’t take that much persuasion from the right person to ditch him.
I take my time examining the fallen Angel, not eager to return to the camp, sure of the mockery that awaits me there. I notice again how perfect she is, the way she curves at the right places, and the way the flower behind her ear is positioned just right, even after her fall. Speaking of her descent, why did she knock me to the ground? I looked at her more closely, she has a few grazes and scratches, but those were most likely gained in her tumble. Suddenly, I notice her wings. Funny, I’d never noted Angel tribe’s wings before. Hers were delicate things, light pink like her fur, and fluffy. They were miniscule and I absently wonder how they could bear her weight. Perhaps they didn’t, and that is why she fell. I notice a scratch across one of the wings, it is thing, but extremely deep, and goes down to the bone.
At least that’s one mystery solved. I jump backed, shocked, as one of her eyes open, then the other, and she smiles, ‘Hello. Her voice is deep, and so sexy! ‘Hello.’ I return, ‘I’m Tod.’
‘A plushie?’ she questions. I nod slowly, anxious of her reaction. ‘Nice,’ she sighs unexpectedly, and slumps back to the ground. Her eyes remain open, so I assume we can continue our talk.
‘Your name?’ I query.
‘Angela.’
‘Suits you,’ I mumble awkwardly, fiddling with a loose thread in my scarf. She laughs, ‘You don’t have to pretend that you don’t want to know what happened to me. I’ll gladly tell you.’
‘Go on,’ I encourage when she pauses.
‘I was betrothed to the Angel King, Gabrias.’ Her tone is flat and expressionless as she states his name, and I don’t need her to tell me that she feels no love for him. She continues, ‘I suggested that we make peace with your tribe. My wing was cut, and I was cast from our tribe. By Gabrias.’
I gasp, horrified, ‘Your fiancé?’
She laughs coldly, ‘Do you really think he and I loved each other? It was simply convenient. He is probably engaged to my sister by now.’
‘That’s horrible.’
That’s law.’
‘Law?’ I question, taken aback.
‘If the betrothed is cast from the tribe, the closest related family of the same sex takes their place.’ She recites.
‘So you do not belong anywhere?’ I whisper.
‘Not at the moment.’
‘We could belong together.’ I offer shyly. She looks deep into my eyes, and touches a pa to my forehead. My entire life flashes before my eyes, and I know she can see them too. I blush as a few of my more private images start to appear, and I struggle to hide them. She allows this, and they turn black. In turn, I touch a paw to her forehead, and I see her life in my mind. Every feeling, every experience, with nothing left out. There are no black outs, so I know she has shown me everything.
As the vision passes, I look at the angel before me, and feel not loyalty, but also true love. She gazes back and I know she feels the same. ‘I believe I could love you,’ she murmurs, ‘I may already,’
‘And I you.’ I return.
‘We could make our own tribe.’
‘The harmony tribe. For those who are tired of fighting.’
‘We could gather members.’ She says.
‘And start with our pups?’
Oh you charmer.’ She laughs, but touches my cheek and whispers, ‘Yes.’
Then we kiss. And all is well.
All is harmony.
by EmilyZhang » Sat Mar 02, 2013 7:41 am 
