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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Fallen ~ Angel Date: October 25, 2012, 12:23 am
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[center]The pressure of his arms around her lit an ice-cold fire
through her veins; heart wrenching in her chest despite how hard
she tried to keep it from beating for him again. She could
hardly speak... hardly do anything other than cling to him in
return and tremble silently. Angel didn't want this. Didn't want
him to hold her like this, like he had never left, like he
wouldn't be leaving again as soon as their goodbyes were said.
She didn't want to experience the pain of this heartbreak all
over again, but try as she might to compose herself and pretend
she was unaffected, she couldn't. There was no reason to deny it
anymore... not when he was about to walk away for the final
time. So many nights she wished he would return to her side, if
only for a small time, long enough for her to say goodbye. But
now that he was here all she could do was bury her face against
his shoulder and bite back the full-body wrenching sobs she
fought back for so long.
Angel heard every word he spoke. She treasured them, the same
way she treasured the crimson feathers spilling around their
vicinity. As he pulled away she caught a single feather in her
palm and folded it into her Shade; out of sight, but forever
protected. "Vladamire... I'm sorry we couldn't stay together
longer... I'm sorry we have to separate so soon. I'll never
forget you, never allow you to become one of my regrets..." Why
was it so difficult to find the right words to say? one of the
things she loved most about this man was his fluency with words,
and here she stood dumbfounded and brushing away the remainder
of her tears; unable to bring herself to say what needed to be
relayed. How stupid and silly she must have seemed to him... how
foolish she had always been, wandering through life, waiting for
other people to bring her happiness.
There were many things Angel would never know the answer to, in
this life or any after. Whether she had made him happy; whether
he left because she failed to be the person he needed her to be.
So many meaningless questions, and no words to ask him for
answers. So she shook her head gently once more and met his gaze
with a now calm, steady glance. And after what seemed to be an
endless amount of time, she lifted on her toes and placed a
fleeting kiss to his cheek, flesh already beginning to phase
back and forth between the shadows. The last piece of herself
she gave to him was a small whisper, barely loud enough to be
heard, yet surely heard all the same. "I love you, Vladamire...
Goodbye..."
(Your post was more than enough, trust me, however I'm sorry
mine kind of suck right now DX)[/center]
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Vladamire Crowe Date: October 27, 2012, 4:37 pm
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Vlad closed his eyes and smiled as he memorized every syllable
of the word goodbye, though he felt the effort futile at best as
his mind would soon no longer belong to him. He only hoped in
the future somewhere inside himself he could feel the things he
felt now. He then watched her as she began to fade and spoke
softly "Goodbye Angel, while our time together was short it
meant more to me than ever aspect of my existence prior." He
knew that staying any longer would be to hard for either of
them, now was the time for it to all end. He had to go. Turning
on his heel he raised a hand and waved backwards to her not
showing his face in an attempt to hide his tears. "Look for me
in the next world when all your business is done in this one. I
will treat you to something nice and you can tell me everything
about the world after I left." With the last words holding
strong with the trademark arrogance Vlad usually define him,
flames began to roll across his skin before making him vanish.
His last action of gripping his chest hidden through the
brilliant glow, his final roar of torment leaving his lips
before he was finally gone.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Fallen ~ Angel Date: October 27, 2012, 5:09 pm
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[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RP-Break End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The RP between Angele and Angel will now resume.[/center]
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: October 28, 2012, 8:53 am
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"Măe. . ." Angele spoke again in response to her mother's words;
words that seemed to materialize right in her presence as if a
ghostly whisper that slithered in from beyond the ectoplasm that
separates the living from the dead. Angele couldn't say that she
knew her father well, but there were this carnal instinct that
kept them close. That blood, the feeling that she had deep
within her that she knew there was this close bond between them
and that bonded lived on for years. Within the fleeting moments
of that bond, Angele could feel the pain that was emitted by her
father toward her; the pain of leaving his daughter and once
lover forever. Angele could feel that pain, she could feel the
loss that was gripping at what was once a heart. That heart,
that was now holding Hasan together, was now connected to Angele
and it's pain echoed throughout the land. So much so that even
the trees began to lose their strength and will to stand up
fully, leaning over every so slightly and wilting. "Măe never
let Angele go again. Me need you. ."
She told her mother through what seemed to be a hushed voice,
comparatively softer than her usually gruff, however sweet,
voice. No matter how wild she was and how heavy her voice was,
because of her angelic properties, Angele's voice was almost
Heavenly. As her mother appeared before her, being built up from
a sea of shadows to become the very woman who bore her, Angele's
eyes lit up in happiness, though quickly because as hazy as
stained glass. She collapsed in her mother's small arms,
surprised by how strong they were to be so little. Angele didn't
understand the feelings that she was having, she didn't know how
to react to the pain that was coursing through her. Not even the
fact that she could finally see and be held by her mother once
again. She wanted to flee, she wanted to run away and hide from
all of the strange feelings, but there she lay, frozen in the
arms of her mother like a little girl who was startled by a
storm in the middle of the night. She found relief in the lap of
her mother; face buried deeply within the crook of her mother's
long and slender neck, almost composed as if a perfect model.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around her mother as her own wings
sprouted from her blood soaked back; bones popping and snapping
while Angele took deep breaths to try and calm down. She needed
her mother, she always have. But now, more so than ever. The
responsibility was great and the knowledge was so little. Who
would be left to guide Angele through this moment in time while
she sniffled against her mother's neck; that scent calming her
down greatly.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: January 6, 2013, 1:23 am
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It wasn't long before Angel had vanished into thin air, leaving
Angele sobbing and holding onto nothingness. This caused her to
weep even more; the trees seemed to feel her pain as well. Both
of her parents were now gone, at least she knew that she could
see her mother again if she would journey to her grandfather's
realm. Taking a deep sigh and picking herself up, Angele made
the long walk back to her treehouse with the waiting Draven.
What would she tell her? How could she tell her? Angele wasn't
fit to convey emotions, she didn't know how to. She didn't know
how to handle the hurt that she was feeling, the loss that she's
forced to endure. Maybe Draven could be of more use after all?
The Crowe leader couldn't think, couldn't understand what was
happening. She simply climbed into her home, blue,green, and red
eyes brimmed with tears that stained her cheeks. She leaned her
back against the wall and slid down, sniffling and sobbing. She
had never cried before, or at least as far back as she could
remember. And, she didn't know how to face Draven like this. She
hide her face with her hair, wrapping her arms around her
strong, partially nude body..
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Draven Crowe Date: January 8, 2013, 3:42 pm
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Draven hated this feeling of insecurity. She had no idea what
was going on all she knew was that people had arrived and they
were probably strong enough to kill her. She took in a deep
breath and watched everything from behind the wall of the tree
house, only peaking over the edge to listen to the words that
were being spoken. So… There was a lover thing going on, saying
goodbye… She narrowed her eyes, feeling bad for the two. It must
have sucked to say goodbye to the one you loved… Draven never
felt love like that for her late husband; he was just her anchor
to the earth, nothing too drastic, right? She then turned her
eyes to the only female she knew here, and then her heart sort
of throbbed in her chest. The poor girl… When Angele made her
way into the tree house, and sat down with her arms around her
body that way, Draven bit her lower lip harshly. What was she to
do? Could she comfort her? Draven slowly made her way towards
the female, and sat by her, sliding an arm around her. There was
nothing really she could say… she didn’t know how Angele must be
feeling, she just knew that she felt this instinct to comfort
her, like if she was a little girl watching her mother cry…
Draven shut her eyes closed knowing that this silence would be
enough and just the simple touch could cheer someone up.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: January 10, 2013, 3:40 pm
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Angele's body nearly jerked as the warm arms of Draven wrapped
around her securely. After a few minutes, the woman settled into
embrace, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Eyes blurry,
chest heaving, mind racing a milling miles per hour. She
couldn't settle on one thing or the other, she didn't even know
what to do with Draven now that she had turned her. Maybe she
could teach her the ways of her life and learn things from her.
Draven wanted a new life, a life away from the one she had. Now,
she has a completely new one; a fresh start with no connections
besides Angele. The Draven of old is dead and gone, even if she
were to see her family again, she wouldn't be the same. Her life
now belongs to Angele. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, or
at least try to calm herself. She settled into the arms of
Draven even more, leaning her head on her shoulder and closing
her eyes. She didn't know how to feel or what to feel. Not even
how to handle it. It was so overwhelming and she just wanted to
sleep. Maybe Draven would lay her down once she finally falls,
or hold her throughout the night. She would talk in the morning.
#Post#: 347162--------------------------------------------------
Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: July 17, 2013, 3:02 pm
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Angele was sad, hurt, distraught. She didn't know how to handle
these emotions. And, her prodigy smelt so good. She just wanted
to eat her. She sniffed the woman's sweaty body and even licked
at her cheek and shoulder. Grunting, Angele pushed the woman out
the tree house and demanded that she leave. "GO! Leave Angele,
NOW!" Her eyes glowed a deadly red, her teeth, sharp and
serrated. If she was to not listen to Angele, bad things could
happen. "Please..." She pleaded, not wanting to see the death of
Draven, even by her own hands..
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: ShogoBoom Date: January 24, 2014, 7:58 am
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[center][Two years was a long time to simply vanish with no
excuse, especially after sharing the most cherished night with a
stranger, and though nothing had prevailed between them,
something had certainly flourished when they gave up their most
prized possession, the larger barbarian, probably for the first
time, Alina being the experienced of the two. As she walked the
lands of Hasan once again, drawn back after two years of callous
preparation to become a recruit, the Russian vixen once again
breathes the fresh air of the jungle, listens carefully to the
sounds of crackling leaves, crunching under her bare feet, the
hisses of wildlife examining with vigilant eyes. Angele was
guarded alright, and Alina had no idea how she was going to find
that magical tree house once again, to revive the sparks once
more, the sweat, the thunder, all mixed in one. Surely the woman
would sense her presence doubtful of whether she would remember
the spy or not, a visage of images shadowing her mind, swiping
her tongue over her chapped lips at the content of it. Her
search continues, feet not tiring at all, the suns light shining
on her long blonde hair, her eyes gleaming an array of different
colors.] Oh Angele. . .[She whispers exasperatedly.] Where could
you be?[/center]
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: February 20, 2014, 3:50 pm
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Draven was gone, Alina was gone, Angele was left alone to tend
to her vast jungle home once more. To be queen and nurturer of
the natural environment that she was responsible for. Draven was
good for one thing; she really helped Angele cope with the loss
of her mother; feelings that she had never experienced before.
Back in only her loin cloth 'dress' the Large wild woman stalked
the jungles. Her hair was soaked from sweat, yet still swayed
with each movement. Her tanned body seemed stronger and more
agile,which was also soaked from sweat. The ground was slightly
moist today, considering that there was a torrential rain just
the day before. Today, the sun was in full effect, warming up
even the forest's basin. The ground was still slightly muddy in
patches and there was even some puddles still lingering about.
This was the perfect day to gather some underground bugs and
some animals who feed upon them. All this was about to change,
however, when the forest alerted Angele of the intrusion of
another person into the hard-to-find wilderness. Quickly, The
jungle woman swung and leaped through trees, in order to see who
this intruder was. As she got closer, the scent was surely
familiar and powerful. Could it be the return of the woman who
was there for only one passionate night?! Angele swung and
jumped from a tree, to back flip and land in a crouched position
behind the intruder. She KNEW that smell. She trusted her
instincts. Of course, the woman had took in The Russian's scent
in the most intimate of ways two years prior and have never
forgotten that musk.. She said nothing, only slowly rose to her
bare feet, which would have the woman standing at her height of
six-eight, with a tilting of her head...
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