09-20-2020, 03:46 PM
ANGEL ❝ AURUM ❞ TANGLEWOOD
Aurum was neither ghost nor reaper, but he did know a great deal about the afterlife. He was a being of ancient power, and an angel of the lord, although he no longer laid claim to such a title. It had been some time since he had been considered an archangel, escaping from heaven's grasping claws when he realized just how awful it all was. Now he wandered the earth, having pledged himself to the group of Tanglewood for the rest of his days. Other angels in the past had looked at him as if he was insane, but he had never particularly cared for their gazes, or their harsh words. They had thankfully left him alone, ever since he had killed the last divine being sent to drag him back to where he had come from. That had been the incident that had left him with the starburst scar that now laid right in the middle of his chest, a stark reminder of his first brush with death. The grim reaper hadn't been able to get him yet, however, and he had no intention of going down easily. Especially not when Tanglewood – and by extension Vigenere – needed his help.
The lion didn't make a habit of visiting the graveyard, although it wasn't just because of the unpleasant feeling, or the bad memories that it harbored. Rather, he simply had no reason to go to the graveyard all that often. His sister was buried out in the field of flowers, rather than anywhere near the church, and all the other dead that lingered there brought with them only dismay. The graveyard was where Feza was, and Aurum still wasn't strong enough to go and visit the snow leopard, his heart aching far too much for the possibility to even cross his mind. He missed Moth too, obviously, but at least he knew her soul was still alive, in some form. With Feza... his friend was gone, and there was nothing that he could do about it, considering she had taken her own life. Having to confront that reality, and the circumstances that had ultimately led up to it... it was too much for his heart to really take, if he were to be honest. It was the cowards way out, but it was what had led to the avoidance in the first place.
Unfortunately, avoidance could only last so long, and eventually the angel had been forced to go to the graveyard out of necessity. He had recently discussed with Vigenere what they were going to do with the traps that were scattered about the territory, not really serving any purpose except for hurting or trapping joiners. Vig had agreed that they no longer served their purpose, and Aurum had decided to go around looking for what traps – activated or not – there were to get rid of. He had already done a sweep through the usual suspects, including the edges of town and a portion of the swamp, but the graveyard was one of the places he hadn't yet checked. He had his doubts about there being any there, considering there was little reason for anybody to be approaching Tanglewood from that angle, but it was still necessary to check. Steeling his nerves, the lion had shaken the tiredness from his body before heading towards the graveyard, also making a valiant effort not to become unnerved by the general unpleasant aura of the place.
Of course, Aurum hadn't really been expecting anyone else to be there, either. When the scent of another reached him – a scent that was distinctly not of Tanglewood, mind you – the lion had found himself tensing up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he moved forward. As he delved deeper into the yard, he had been expecting someone from The Pitt, or perhaps from one of the smaller groups that not much was known about. When he ended up spotting the Church Grim, he found himself surprised. The shadowy canine was unlike anything he had ever seen, save for maybe Beck. Even then, Beck had been a spirit, and not a keeper. When the other turned to meet his gaze, Aurum found himself briefly frozen, a string of sudden curses falling from the injured feline's muzzle. Once he composed himself again, he was finally able to speak, "Hello there... sorry to intrude. Well, not really. This is actually Tanglewood land, so I'm not actually that apologetic... who are you, exactly?" The other seemed utterly in his element, a factor which surprised and confused the former proxy.
The lion didn't make a habit of visiting the graveyard, although it wasn't just because of the unpleasant feeling, or the bad memories that it harbored. Rather, he simply had no reason to go to the graveyard all that often. His sister was buried out in the field of flowers, rather than anywhere near the church, and all the other dead that lingered there brought with them only dismay. The graveyard was where Feza was, and Aurum still wasn't strong enough to go and visit the snow leopard, his heart aching far too much for the possibility to even cross his mind. He missed Moth too, obviously, but at least he knew her soul was still alive, in some form. With Feza... his friend was gone, and there was nothing that he could do about it, considering she had taken her own life. Having to confront that reality, and the circumstances that had ultimately led up to it... it was too much for his heart to really take, if he were to be honest. It was the cowards way out, but it was what had led to the avoidance in the first place.
Unfortunately, avoidance could only last so long, and eventually the angel had been forced to go to the graveyard out of necessity. He had recently discussed with Vigenere what they were going to do with the traps that were scattered about the territory, not really serving any purpose except for hurting or trapping joiners. Vig had agreed that they no longer served their purpose, and Aurum had decided to go around looking for what traps – activated or not – there were to get rid of. He had already done a sweep through the usual suspects, including the edges of town and a portion of the swamp, but the graveyard was one of the places he hadn't yet checked. He had his doubts about there being any there, considering there was little reason for anybody to be approaching Tanglewood from that angle, but it was still necessary to check. Steeling his nerves, the lion had shaken the tiredness from his body before heading towards the graveyard, also making a valiant effort not to become unnerved by the general unpleasant aura of the place.
Of course, Aurum hadn't really been expecting anyone else to be there, either. When the scent of another reached him – a scent that was distinctly not of Tanglewood, mind you – the lion had found himself tensing up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he moved forward. As he delved deeper into the yard, he had been expecting someone from The Pitt, or perhaps from one of the smaller groups that not much was known about. When he ended up spotting the Church Grim, he found himself surprised. The shadowy canine was unlike anything he had ever seen, save for maybe Beck. Even then, Beck had been a spirit, and not a keeper. When the other turned to meet his gaze, Aurum found himself briefly frozen, a string of sudden curses falling from the injured feline's muzzle. Once he composed himself again, he was finally able to speak, "Hello there... sorry to intrude. Well, not really. This is actually Tanglewood land, so I'm not actually that apologetic... who are you, exactly?" The other seemed utterly in his element, a factor which surprised and confused the former proxy.
BUT SINCE IT FALLS UNTO MY LOT
THAT I SHOULD RISE AND YOU SHOULD NOT
THAT I SHOULD RISE AND YOU SHOULD NOT
— Reggan
— Reggan