break laws, boy [wings/open] that shit was my day job, boy

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]In Rochelle's own faith, angels and demons were a thing she didn't have to worry about. Instead, there were spirits, ones of pure water and ones of polluted water. It was a simple balance of good and evil, though the complexity was there when she meditated the thought well enough. She often wondered if one drop of toxic water was enough to take away all of it's purity, or if there was more hope than that. And beyond that, could water ever truly be returned to it's purest state? If not ... she was surely done for. She worked every day to make her spirit clean again, and she would never stop.

Still, she was familiar with angels and demons in other's beliefs, and she knew that angels and demons had wings. However, to Rochelle, in the Typhoon, creatures had wings just because they grew them. It didn't signify their alignment, it was just their appearance. The umber wolf found it impressive, though, and she noticed when Chain sprouted the limbs, seemingly overnight to her. "You have wings ..." Was the first thing she said when she caught sight of the male, seemingly lost in thought, trying to read the expression of the other. "Just like ... just like Vandal, huh?" Rochelle murmured to him, dipping her head.

ooc | ur writing is truly so beautiful sorry for my trash