The wilting of a flower is just as pretty of the budding || The Fallen

[Angelbeats]

Angelbeats

✯ — "speech" "thoughts" "actions"

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angel had been exploring the new territory the group had acquired. it had been a couple of weeks since the ragtag group of rebels had picked her up along the way. she'd just recovered from her wounds for the most part save for her wings which were now quite torn up and she wasn't sure she'd ever fly again. she at least hoped they'd heal enough to be pretty decorations to show off at the very least for all her troubles.
the winged catsune ran into the throne room, squeaking as her paws slid on the smooth floors. "AH FUCK!" she yelped as she slipped onto her side, letting out a heave of air as the wind was knocked from her lungs. coughing, angel took a few moments to collect herself before pulling herself back to her paws.
"i always forget how slippery the floors are. hey kainan! can i call you kai?" she greeted her massive leader, trotting up to the equally massive throne and placing her front paws on the edge holding herself up on her back legs and looking up at the direwolf like an eager kit.

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✯ — true hermaphrodite. totf & the pitt. extreme. — ✯

#psy.