Post by Azrael on Oct 1, 2008 17:27:07 GMT 10
He crouched on top of the scorched stump, looking out across the barren waste of the Natassu dead lands with his bright blue eyes. His arms were rested on his knees and his wings were folded neatly behind his back, but even so they still nearly brushed against the ground.
The earth around was either grey or covered with ash, and tall rocks jutted up out of the ground instead of trees. Often the stark white of bare bone could be seen amongst the rubble, but not the bright green of plants. That he had left behind when he had flown over the edge of the forest to what lay beyond it; this. Nothing was the more accurate description.
But where else was one like him to go? What was one like him to do? Being an infamous outcast like him didn't exactly get him into a lot of parties. Word had gotten out about the 'project' when the Angels had gotten rid of him, and knowing that he was supposed to be an angel of death didn't really fit comfortably with most people. Actually, they tried to avoid him as much as possible when he went places, and he had had many a door slammed shut in his face.
He had then tried to go around in a kind of disguise; wearing a long coat to cover up his wings with a hood to pull up over his hair. But even so, people didn't feel like being especially friendly to tall dark strangers who's faces they could hardly see. So even though he could go around like that without causing to much ruckus, he was still lonely.
Not that it really mattered, since he had never known anything else, never known what it was like to have someone to talk to. So he wasn't really lonely, just bored. So he had decided to explore and.... why had he come here again? He didn't know... something had just drawn him to this place, and now he wanted to find out what it was. Maybe it was because this was a land of the dead, but that didn't seem like it, it felt like it was something else...
The earth around was either grey or covered with ash, and tall rocks jutted up out of the ground instead of trees. Often the stark white of bare bone could be seen amongst the rubble, but not the bright green of plants. That he had left behind when he had flown over the edge of the forest to what lay beyond it; this. Nothing was the more accurate description.
But where else was one like him to go? What was one like him to do? Being an infamous outcast like him didn't exactly get him into a lot of parties. Word had gotten out about the 'project' when the Angels had gotten rid of him, and knowing that he was supposed to be an angel of death didn't really fit comfortably with most people. Actually, they tried to avoid him as much as possible when he went places, and he had had many a door slammed shut in his face.
He had then tried to go around in a kind of disguise; wearing a long coat to cover up his wings with a hood to pull up over his hair. But even so, people didn't feel like being especially friendly to tall dark strangers who's faces they could hardly see. So even though he could go around like that without causing to much ruckus, he was still lonely.
Not that it really mattered, since he had never known anything else, never known what it was like to have someone to talk to. So he wasn't really lonely, just bored. So he had decided to explore and.... why had he come here again? He didn't know... something had just drawn him to this place, and now he wanted to find out what it was. Maybe it was because this was a land of the dead, but that didn't seem like it, it felt like it was something else...
