"I was young once. My wing were the color of the clouds on the snow morning. I did not care then, nor had anything to care about. When the Earth was young too, but not so young as to be surprised as the smallest creatures on her begun to florish. Some religions say we were created while others say we were here all along. I don't really know. I know ( Read more... )

There are some beings in this world that are impossible. They are beyond the mind's idea of beauty and though they know it, they only carry it as a sash, never a badge. Those that are strong realize that they are chosen, and have no choices whether they are noticed or not. Those that are weak follow, chasing just the wisps of such a shadow to feel ( Read more... )

She pulled back from the angel and laughed softly. It was a tired laugh, as though it was made of more pain than joy. “You know the power that lies in a name. The first names that we have bind us; solidifying what we are and what abilities we will attain. We are truly nothing without our names.” Slowly the darkness melted away, soft lights ( Read more... )

He paced the abandoned loading dock, the Italian leather soles earning their keep in total silence. His massive form and sleek build made him look more like a big cat that could no longer stand its cage. His name was Foras though no one that had known that name besides her knew he lived. He missed her, worried for her, and found he could do nothing ( Read more... )

 She moved easily through the line, more like a ghost than a god. No one protests what they do not notice and she had to only look up at the door keep to gain entry. He saw those wings and even for a creature of stone such as he, tears were felt. She wore a simple silver dress that fluttered about sharp curves like falling feathers. The few that ( Read more... )

She sat at the edge of a loading dock, one leg dangling while the other held her arm at an angle. Her entire left side was soaked, and lids fluttered over green eyes. Green...they weren't just green. A single word wasn't enough. A better description would be the reflection of an ancient forest cast upon someone's eyes, the hues of color moving with ( Read more... )

He stood against a far wall of the warehouse, watching the movements of the two angels. If demons could weep, he would, but it was impossible, despite the beauty of it all. Her eye twitched ever so slightly, it was an impossibly human thing to do but it was cue as to her anger. The opposing angel was male, build to the limits of the body with the ( Read more... )

A drag was taken, a slow, billowy cold of white smoke slid out while the cinder still stuck out like a star in darkness. She tapped the ash off, shaking her head slowly and causing dirty clumps of hair to fall over sharp shoulders. "It's fine. Let him go." was all the voice rasped. Her wings were hunched up about her body, the metal catching what ( Read more... )