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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 11:14 am
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       She watched as he shook his head, raising a thick brow on
       instinct. He didn't seem like he posed a threat so her guard was
       down for the most part, letting her wings fall back gracefully.
       It warmed her heart to come across others like her and though he
       was fallen, he was still an angel. A handsome Angel at that; the
       way he spoke was so refined, it was clear as the setting sun
       glistening miles away that he’s of a high status. Her eyes
       continue to glide over his physique, impressed with his taunt
       muscles though it didn't show in her expression. His intrigue is
       evident as he asks about her son’s background and the low nature
       of his angelic blood, causing her to break her gaze from his
       form and let her lustrous eyes meet his own.
       “Noticeable, huh?” She smiles warmly at the stranger, though he
       certainly doesn't seem like one. “He’s half Draconian, inherent
       in his father.” There was a time when mentioning her former
       husband was almost intolerable, the pain it brought, the
       memories that would taunt her for days on end. Now, however, it
       gave her joy; Imperfect had come to terms with his and Soraya’s
       relationship and had even become good friends with the second
       mother to her child. She had come to love Winter and Ember as if
       they were her own also.
       A moment later and the male was bowing before her, bringing a
       light pale flush to cover the surface of her skin, over her nose
       and cheeks.
       “Please, there is no need for such formalities . . . Azriel.”
       His name rolled off her tongue with ease, as if she was already
       acquainted with it and it suddenly dawned on her, that she was
       indeed, not foreign to Gabriel’s right hand and the tales that
       had come with him. The bronzed goddess etches even closer to
       him, in complete awe, not realising the smile her lips had
       become captive to. Thick, brown locks of hair glide over her
       shoulders and her scent overwhelms the air around them, a
       heavenly fruity odour. The locks on the cage of her heart
       rattled with bliss and excitement at the thought of venturing
       into another dimension with this being.
       “I would very much like that,” she hums softly, her warm hands
       grasping his in a tight hold before leading the way further up
       into the sky, meaning for it to come as a surprise as she knew
       it would. Now, as her wings glide up and down and they soar
       through the thickening, cold air, she laughs wholeheartedly, the
       child in her surfacing.
       #Post#: 399378--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Open Skies
       By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 11:32 am
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       Noticeable indeed, it was, though Azriel made no effort to
       answer the most-likely rhetorical question at hand.
       "Draconian..." He repeated. He had some experience with dragons,
       however little it may have been. It made sense then. Draconians
       had powwerful auras, but even beyond that, they each harbored a
       Dragon Spirit with near-immeasurable power. But her explanation
       brought forth a thought that Azriel hadn't bothered to address
       previously. If she had a son, then her son had to have a father,
       and thus, she could very well be married. Draconians were rare
       these days however though, nearly wiped out by war only a couple
       short decades ago. It was just as possible that Imperfect was
       widowed. He wouldn't ask however. She would volunteer the
       information if she so wished.
       For a moment, Azriel feared that Imperfect had recognized him
       by his name. He didn't want that. Surely she would have her
       judgements as did all the others. But when she accepted his
       offer, and even volunteered to take the lead, Azriel accepted
       her hand, and followed her happily. Happy... There was something
       he hadn't felt in decades; Possibly centuries!! He had felt
       intrigue. Even amusement. But excitement, and happiness were
       well beyond him. They travelled to elevations where the air was
       thin, and the people below were less than ants; A place he
       hadn't been in eons. This could be the start of quite the
       adventure...
       #Post#: 399382--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Open Skies
       By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 12:13 pm
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       There was a happy aura emitting from him and that same emotion
       was mirrored in Imp. The past few months had been somewhat
       rough, mainly due to hers and her son’s falling out. Whenever
       Calyx was upset with her, it strained her heart and such strain
       was accentuated in her features, the way her cheekbones were
       prominent keyed out the loss of weight in her face, but it made
       the woman even more striking. Deep blues, lavenders and and
       lilacs painted the sky around them the higher they got, until
       what was once a thick murky air turned into lightness, full of
       life. The sky was getting darker, the colours even more
       breathtaking from where they were positioned, the people on the
       ground seeming like little black dots.
       With a soft sigh, she lets go of his hand, looking at the clouds
       around them, like soft marshmallows before getting into a seated
       position on one. She realised it would seem somewhat bizarre
       having mentioned Calyx’s father but not giving a further
       explanation of the situation they were in.
       “I am no longer married to Rai, Calyx’s father. He. . . has a
       new partner, a lovely, beautiful wife.” Her mind wanders to
       Soraya, silently admiring the woman before coming back down to
       earth.
       “Tell me about yourself,  Azriel. . .”
       She lets her statement hang in the air, not a question but a
       statement. She wanted to know about him and she wanted it to
       come from him, not in the forms of the myths and tales from
       books that couldn't be trusted. She wanted not only to listen
       but to hear his story. The story of the fallen Angel.
       #Post#: 399398--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Open Skies
       By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 1:09 pm
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       Azriel joined the angelic beauty atop the cloud;  an ability he
       had never before found useful,  but was now extremely grateful
       for.  He took in the breathtaking array of lights and colors,
       which beamed every which way like a musical dance from the
       heavens themselves. He wondered if this wad a beauty he had
       overlooked all this time,  or if it was a result of the company
       he now held.  He decided on the latter as she explained her
       relationship to the boy's father.  She seemed contemplative,
       yet settled when she referenced this 'Rai' add well as his wife.
       Her voice radiated admiration,  rather than pain when she spoke
       of them.  An odd reaction,  but it gave Azriel done insight as
       to Imperfect's character. He couldn't help but wonder what kind
       of woman could be grand enough to replace such a woman.
       Then she did the very thing he had hoped she wouldn't.  She
       asked about his background.  He wished he could avoid bringing
       up the past,  but after she had shared such an intimate pay off
       herself with him, it seemed only fair that he did the same.  He
       took a seat next to her and took a deep breath.
       "When the earth was young,  i was tasked as the keeper of it's
       knowledge.  I was a historian,  and a teacher of philosophy." He
       explained. In two millenia i earned
       My second,  and third set of wings,  joining the small number
       of Grand Angels that served directly under the creator." He
       spoke with a pride he hasn't intended. His accomplishments among
       the divine hardly seemed significant when his wings were as
       black as midnight!
       "But in the centuries to come, the moral state of mankind began
       to deteriorate.  Man became increasingly selfish,  and violent.
       It was decided that a batallion of angels should come to earth
       to help guide man in the right direction.  But i didn't think it
       wise to sacrifice that much manpower.  I volunteered to come to
       earth alone,  and let my knowledge to mankind in order to guide
       them in the right direction.  I vowed not to return until i had
       accomplished my mission." His spirits weren't as high at this
       point in the story.
       "But mankind didn't want my knowledge. They didn't care for a
       message of selflessness. They only carted for advancing their
       own agendas.  I eventually came to realize that humans aren't
       worth saving.  But i couldn't go back on my vow,  so i was bound
       to earth eternally.  And without a historian to keep an accurate
       account of man's activities,  conditions only worsened. The
       introduction of various species such as dragons and elves was
       far more beneficial than i ever was..." he looked over the edge
       of the cloud as if lost in his thoughts. His story had dragged
       up many memories that were better off forgotten. But with time,
       they would submerge one more...
       #Post#: 399413--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Open Skies
       By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 2:30 pm
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       The vixen listens as he talks of his accomplishments with such
       joy registering in both his tone and facial expressions, rightly
       so. Soon enough however, comes the story of why his status had
       dropped and with that, came a sadness she had been acquainted
       with for a long while. She understood the intricacy of it, the
       extent to which it can make one detached to the world and the
       luxuries of it, to people and their company. The whole idea of
       human interaction, after a while of being confined, would seem
       like an overload, something too difficult to even consider. His
       words brought a great deal of grief to overtake her heart and
       she imagined that his was in the same state. With a small
       reassuring smile, she reaches out so her hand is resting on his
       forearm before gently squeezing the area.
       She hoped to comfort him and so asked a question, to confirm the
       conclusion she had already come to just by listening to his
       grand story, feeling honoured to be in his presence.
       “And has that..made you disconnect entirely from the humans?
       From. . . Everyone?”
       His answer would not only confirm his predicament but would also
       enlighten her on the status of his love life. Was he alone like
       her too? Her piqued interest took even her by surprise, a flush
       once more, covering the majority of her face, but the darkness
       surrounding them would hide that well. The last time she had
       been interested in someone, Calyx had condemned it and since
       then she couldn't bring herself to get close to anyone, though
       many had tried. He was the most important thing in her life and
       if he didn't enjoy a part of hers, without question, she would
       let it go.
       Even though it was getting colder, it didn't effect her
       whatsoever, the only item of clothing contemplating her body
       being a loose, Grecian style black dress. The colour flattered
       her tan skin and brought out the green in her eyes, making it
       dominate the brown. Imperfect was a beautiful woman, there was
       no questioning it, even though she hadn't been able to gain the
       weight she had lost back. Unlike her past voluptuous figure, she
       was now slender but it suited her so and she didn't mind being a
       few pounds lighter.
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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 2:55 pm
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       Though it was a simple motion, the gesture from Imperfect was
       comforting. In fact, Azriel felt a wave of relief he hadn't
       experienced in... Possibly ever! There was something different
       about this woman, though he wasn't quite sure what it was. Other
       fallen he had met over the ages didn't have this kind of effect
       on him, so it wasn't simply their shared background...
       Her question was a fair one. He took a deep breath before
       answering. "For many years now, I've taken to watching humans.
       I've made a passtime of timing how long it takes for a new
       civilization to fall to corruption. That's why I settled in the
       Kingdom where I saw you and your son. But despite my interest in
       watching humans, I haven't spoken to another living creature
       -before today- in nearly two hundred years." He smiled slightly.
       "The color in your face suggests that you acquired more than
       simply the information you requested in my response." Azriel had
       never engaged in any sort of romantic activities. He never saw a
       purpose. But he was pretty sure he was flirting...
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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 3:30 pm
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       As he mentions the colour in her face, her hand meets with her
       cheek instinctively, eyes widening a little at how observant he
       was, but with his heightened vision he wouldn't miss something
       like that. The flirting that follows suit brings her to bite her
       bottom lip, her teeth sliding over the organ unintentionally
       before letting it go. While his company put her at ease, his
       flirting threw her off slightly. It had been so long since she
       had interacted in such a manner with any man that she had almost
       forgotten how to react or what to say for that matter. Why not
       tease back? Yes, she was the infamous Imp after all, teasing was
       what she was best at.
       “Aren't you a smart one?” She taunts playfully, a soft giggle
       escaping her before she looks at the night sky, the moon having
       escaped her focus, the goddess glowing brightly in the star
       scattered sky. 200 years and the first person he had chosen to
       speak to was the woman now leaning  back slightly, to simply
       enjoy their romantic surrounding.
       “Well, if it counts for anything, I feel privileged I'm the one
       you decided to speak to after so long.” Having said that, she
       continues to gaze at him, a knot tightening in her stomach as
       she does so.
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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 4:12 pm
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       While Imperfect didn’t bother to answer Azriel’s question, the
       way she covered her face in embarrassment spoke more than words.
       Azriel had witnessed countless people acting out of everything
       from attraction, to lust, to full blown love. These things
       brought out the best and worst in people, and they were evident
       in body language. Simple motions like the biting of the lower
       lip, which often served as a mechanism to control one’s own
       actions or words. Grey colored eyes took it all in. “I certainly
       hope so.” He said with a smile. “I was the Angel of Knowledge,
       after all.” He said with a smile in response to her teasing.
       Social interaction couldn’t always be like this. No.
       “You shouldn’t. Azriel said, leaning back as well. “You’re not
       privileged. I am. Privileged to be able to share in the company
       of such a lovely creature. It’s a pleasure I’m not accustomed
       to.” He looked up at the stars as his words passed. “You know, I
       spent centuries studying everything that took place on this
       planet, but I don’t know the first thing about what exists
       beyond it. What if this is just the Island of misfit toys, and
       the bulk of humanity is somewhere out there flourishing? There
       really is no end to the realm of knowledge. The more you know,
       the more you realize you really don’t know anything at all…” He
       realized he was rambling, and shook his head. “My apologies.” He
       said in an embarrassed manner. “Went off on a bit of a tangent
       there.”
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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Imperfect Date: December 2, 2015, 7:55 am
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       Imperfect couldn’t remember the last time she had simply sat
       like this, in tranquility. No commotion, no uproar or drama and
       she realises she had missed it like a dear friend. It hugged her
       entirety and seduced her otherwise stiffened muscles, bringing
       them to a calm. She had never been the type to give someone the
       benefit of the doubt and drop her guard wholly but the man next
       to her seemed to have done the same thing, so it didn’t eat away
       at her. She found she enjoyed his company; the way he spoke of
       humans and their greed, lust, the emotions that sometimes
       overtook them and morphed them into different people completely.
       Could she genuinely be taking a liking to the stranger that had
       now taken place next to her? It wouldn’t be a surprise; his grey
       eyes, and noticeable features didn’t make it hard. His
       intelligence was what appealed to her however, and overshadowed
       his physical attractiveness.
       Emotions. What a weird little concept. Some chose to ignore and
       put to sleep certain emotions while others wholeheartedly felt
       each and every little one. Crying was found to be a sign of
       strength and weakness but this confused Imperfect. How could it
       a sign of two contrasting complexities? It was beyond her and
       she didn’t take time to ponder on it, instead, she took in
       everything Azriel was saying, his voice registering in her ears
       as clearly as the moon above them.
       “Hmm. . .” she hums, contemplating the different planets,
       envisioning the life on them and how different they’d be to
       those of humans and angels. The food they would eat and
       traditions they would celebrate. What a wonderful endeavor.
       Snapping back to reality, she brings her legs up so they are
       folded against her chest, hugging the area around her knees.
       Though she wasn’t cold, goose-bumps covered her bare arms, the
       blonde hairs standing upright. She enjoyed the current emotion
       in her veins right now, giving the usually mundane beat of her
       heart a new rhythm. As he apologises, she giggles, shaking her
       head in difference to his statement.
       “Don’t apologise, the way you speak of things is very . . .
       refreshing,”
       She continues on “I’d like to someday see what’s beyond our
       land. It’s never occurred to me before but maybe that’s because
       I’ve been so caught up. . . in this thing called life.” A solemn
       sigh and she shrugs it off. The feeling of responsibility; for
       just one night, she wanted to go without it. She wanders what
       Calyx might think of this fallen angel, if he would take a
       liking to the man or condemn him like the last. Maybe not that
       he admired someone, he’d understand and be able to reason with
       her. Releasing her legs from the tight grip, she is once more
       standing at full height, wings moving up and down slowly.
       “Let’s fly, show me things under your vision; I want to see
       everything how you see them.”
       It wasn’t a small thing she was asking for but she hoped he
       accepted her invitation, arm held out as she offers him her
       hand. She hoped the flying would somewhat calm her nerves for
       they seemed to be getting the better of her, a light tremor
       playing in the waiting hand.
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       Re: Open Skies
       By: Azriel Date: December 2, 2015, 9:46 am
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       When Imperfect brought her knees to her chest, Azriel took note
       of her attire;  a simple dress.  Her current position left her
       largely exposed,  but the six-winged angel was not plagued by
       impure thoughts or desires.  He removed the robe from his back,
       and draped it over her shoulders, exposing the peculiar mark
       that sat on his bare chest.  "It's getting cool out." He told
       her.
       Despite his distinguished features,  some would say that Azriel
       appeared lifeless.  His skin was pale as the moon.  His long,
       flowing hair white as newly fallen snow. Even the lack of color
       in his eyes could be contributed to the statement.  But
       Imperfect didn't seem to be perturbed by any of this!  Her name
       seemed to be quite the play on irony.  She was even unbothered
       by his tendency to go off on unrelated tangents!  It truly
       seemed that there was nothing "imperfect" about this creature.
       But then,  one should never judge a book by its cover...
       When she stood and made her request,  a glimmer of light could
       be seen in Azriel's eye.  He had never allowed anyone to see the
       world through his eyes. No one had ever asked.  He stood as well
       and nodded his head.  "Beware. " he said.  "Your view of the
       world may very well change after seeing what i have to show
       you."
       Their starting place was clear across the planet.  But he had
       witnessed Imperfect's impressive flying capabilities,  and was
       sure she would have no difficulties.  He lead her to a small
       island  in the North Pacific Ocean.  When they landed,  his
       wings retracted.  With the exception of the beach,  the entire
       island was woodlands. He took Imperfect by the hand,  and walked
       her through the woods.  "No human has ever set foot on this
       island" he explained. As they walked,  they were witness to
       boundless beauties;  flowers that seemed to glow in the sunset,
       fireflies that danced as they awakened,  the songs of birds as
       they prepared to settle in for the night. Everything under the
       orange and purple halo that was the sky. A deer walked up to
       Imperfect,  and sniffed her hand,  before causally going on it's
       way.
       Once they had taken in all the sights,  they would take to the
       skies again,  headed west toward the mainlands. Once again,  the
       area beyond the beach consisted of woodlands. Azriel began his
       explanation as they walked.  "There was a rumor that these lands
       were filled with valuable gemstones and gold. Based on the
       rumors alone,  battles were wages over ownership.:
       Within the forest, there were damages of war everywhere. Scars
       in the ground from explosives, bulletholes in the trees plants
       burned to ashes. There were very few animals,  and the ones
       there didn't dare go near the two human-looking creatures.
       Eventually,  they made their way back to the beach. "This is the
       result of human greed; at over gems and riches that didn't even
       exist. And this is only the damage that was done to nature.  One
       can only imagine what they must have done to each other..." the
       sands on the beach were a sharp contrast to the death and
       destruction of the forest. It was calm and peaceful as the
       sounds of waves crashing, and the scent of ocean water overtook
       the senses.  It was truly serene, and Azriel couldn't help but
       bask in it for just a short while.
       "Oh dear, i fear I've kept you overnight! " he said suddenly,
       remembering that they were far from their starting point.  "I
       should get you back to where your son is. But i would love to
       meet with you again..." with that they made their way back.
       When they arrived, surely enough morning had come.  Azriel
       kissed the lady's hand and bid her adieu.  But the next day he
       would show her more.  In fact,  they would meet almost every
       night for nearly three weeks!  He showed her civilizations that
       thrived for centuries before collapse, as well as those that
       fell apart before they even began.  Lands that were ravaged by
       acts of revenge, run down by acts of lust, or ruled by corrupt
       government. He also showed her many of the world's unsung
       beauties, and the potential of the planet which they inhabited.
       Over time she would learn just how much he cared for the world,
       as well as the depth of his disdain for humanity. All the time
       though,  one thing was sure; her company was becoming a
       necessary part of his life...
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