09-06-2018, 02:02 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]junji knew well of the internal struggles, his mortal half constantly in odds against the part of him that was angel. though it had always been his goal to become an angel, a real angel, now that he had the wings he'd yearned for since childhood... he found himself wanting to be rid of them. under the circumstances of which he had been gifted them, he did not want them. they were a burden, physically and emotionally, dragging him down in the sand and killing what freedom he had.
such things were petty, stupid little inconveniences, at least to someone with holy blood coursing through their veins. petty misgivings of mortals, temptations, vices... it was all getting to him. each day he could feel himself stray further and further away from his father, and though he hated it, part of him felt invigorated by that fact. he wanted to rid himself of the archangel's presence. it was clear raphael had no place in his heart for the boy, and though that realization burned and festered, junji could not dwell on it.
all the angel had to hold onto in this world were his friends, and his duty to the typhoon. healing had always been his passion; since the day his mother had taught him little things, the uses of easy herbs like marigold and borage. he adored his mother, and as healing had been her talent, it soon became his. the angel was eager to see more faces join the necro mambas; their ranks were running a bit shorthanded, with rosemary stepping down, as well as fischer gone, beatrice resigning... it was just he and silus now. though the boy was young, he was learning well, and soon enough he would surely join junji as a soothsayer.
the feline approached quietly, moving to take a seat at silus's side. junji created the child with a soft smile and a gentle curl of his wing around him, ocean eyes moving to settle on pincher. he hoped to see at least a few candidates, though he knew not many in the typhoon were incredibly interested in herbs. even so, he watched with interest, tail curling over delicate paws.
such things were petty, stupid little inconveniences, at least to someone with holy blood coursing through their veins. petty misgivings of mortals, temptations, vices... it was all getting to him. each day he could feel himself stray further and further away from his father, and though he hated it, part of him felt invigorated by that fact. he wanted to rid himself of the archangel's presence. it was clear raphael had no place in his heart for the boy, and though that realization burned and festered, junji could not dwell on it.
all the angel had to hold onto in this world were his friends, and his duty to the typhoon. healing had always been his passion; since the day his mother had taught him little things, the uses of easy herbs like marigold and borage. he adored his mother, and as healing had been her talent, it soon became his. the angel was eager to see more faces join the necro mambas; their ranks were running a bit shorthanded, with rosemary stepping down, as well as fischer gone, beatrice resigning... it was just he and silus now. though the boy was young, he was learning well, and soon enough he would surely join junji as a soothsayer.
the feline approached quietly, moving to take a seat at silus's side. junji created the child with a soft smile and a gentle curl of his wing around him, ocean eyes moving to settle on pincher. he hoped to see at least a few candidates, though he knew not many in the typhoon were incredibly interested in herbs. even so, he watched with interest, tail curling over delicate paws.
[align=center][div style="font-size:17pt;line-height:1.1;color:white;font-family:impact"][i]hello my old heart