08-13-2019, 02:29 AM
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from the moment of her existence, she had tried long and hard to be flawless, to be virtuous. most of the time, she succeeded. however, she never possessed the frighteningly beautiful power of those in her order, the ones with six wings and an inextinguishable light. nor was she quite strong enough to take up that brilliant armor of others and march into battle against the opposition. and the messages she was tasked to deliver were without the expected eloquence.
for all her effort, perfection was always beyond her grasp. that ideal was unattainable; even her set of wings mirrored her imperfections - what should have been pristine white feathers were flecked with silvers and grays. so it was declared she would lose them, her status, and rank among them. they clipped her wings so that she would never grace the skies again. she was unworthy, they proclaimed, undeserving of her wings. before they had the chance to remove them completely, she struck a deal: let her keep her wings, though clipped, and she would prove herself on the ground; let her keep her immortality and powers, and she would succeed easily at her task. after much deliberation, the terms were agreed upon.
and so she was cast from the heavens. falling, falling, fallen.
the ground was cold, foreign. she felt lost and alone and without hope. though the sun rose each morning and illuminated the earth, a chill resided in her bones and pessimism colored her features. she wondered how she could find purpose in a place like this - a place where light was not constant or promised. she traveled day and night, hoping to find solace.
soon enough, she found meaning. it came in the form of another blinding light, a living star. a fallen star. it was something that had burned so brightly it consumed itself in order to be reborn into something more impressive. she befriended celestialrobbery with ease, and decided her duty on this earth was to play guardian to her newfound friend.
after a period of time, the pair gravitated toward the idea of safety in numbers. rumors circulated about groups of like-minded individuals living, surviving, thriving together. even so, it seemed quarrels were never far behind for the coalitions. still, she knew it would be best for the both of them.
together, they made their way to the typhoon, in hopes of joining.
from the moment of her existence, she had tried long and hard to be flawless, to be virtuous. most of the time, she succeeded. however, she never possessed the frighteningly beautiful power of those in her order, the ones with six wings and an inextinguishable light. nor was she quite strong enough to take up that brilliant armor of others and march into battle against the opposition. and the messages she was tasked to deliver were without the expected eloquence.
for all her effort, perfection was always beyond her grasp. that ideal was unattainable; even her set of wings mirrored her imperfections - what should have been pristine white feathers were flecked with silvers and grays. so it was declared she would lose them, her status, and rank among them. they clipped her wings so that she would never grace the skies again. she was unworthy, they proclaimed, undeserving of her wings. before they had the chance to remove them completely, she struck a deal: let her keep her wings, though clipped, and she would prove herself on the ground; let her keep her immortality and powers, and she would succeed easily at her task. after much deliberation, the terms were agreed upon.
and so she was cast from the heavens. falling, falling, fallen.
the ground was cold, foreign. she felt lost and alone and without hope. though the sun rose each morning and illuminated the earth, a chill resided in her bones and pessimism colored her features. she wondered how she could find purpose in a place like this - a place where light was not constant or promised. she traveled day and night, hoping to find solace.
soon enough, she found meaning. it came in the form of another blinding light, a living star. a fallen star. it was something that had burned so brightly it consumed itself in order to be reborn into something more impressive. she befriended celestialrobbery with ease, and decided her duty on this earth was to play guardian to her newfound friend.
after a period of time, the pair gravitated toward the idea of safety in numbers. rumors circulated about groups of like-minded individuals living, surviving, thriving together. even so, it seemed quarrels were never far behind for the coalitions. still, she knew it would be best for the both of them.
together, they made their way to the typhoon, in hopes of joining.
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[glow=black,200,600]but i broke my wings for you[/glow]
[div style=" font-family:; arial black; text-align: center"]dovedeparture | crewmate | the typhoon | tags
[glow=black,1,100]i smiled as you untied our love for good