the girl who couldn't say no - o, fallen angel

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]A cool breeze carried the scent of newly blossomed flowers across the snowy landscape. In the distance a crow called out. The squawk coupled with the emptiness around her was devastatingly distant. Even the snowflakes which danced around each other had no joy to them. This land... This planet, it was a lonely place. So different from heaven. A hell in it's own right she supposed.


    Her heart hurt so badly. Though, she didn't have a heart did she? This body wasn't her own, just some doll. It's heart didn't even beat against her paw. She was no longer an angel, she was a ghost haunting some poor body. Who had this been before she stole the body? Had they made an irreversible mistake as well, is that why God ripped them from their home too? Did she live in the body of a sinner? Oh, but now that she wasn't an angel Mallory would become a sinner too. With these newfound emotions, the urges, she was no better than the mortals who scoured the Earth.


    Mallory had been crying for hours now, unable to move or even wipe away her tears. The ebony fox was trembling as the last of her energy ebbed away. Emotionally drained she watched as the snow slowly piled on to her body. She could feel the cold seeping into the body's bones, yet felt no pain which would usually occur. This was good. No pain, just becoming frozen for eternity. Perhaps the excruciating pain that was where her wings used to be would finally numb.


    // melodramatic angel has dropped I repeat
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    mar reynolds
    TAGS     — Mar was walking through the camp and spotted a dark lump. "What...?" They moved closer and saw a fox under a small pile of snow. "Oh, oh no, are you okay?" They quickly started brushing the snow away.

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]No way was Lonepaw letting some stranger die on Blizzardclan territory before she could ascertain if they deserved it or not. With her pyrokinesis, the girl aimed to slowly raise the fox's temperature before all of the snow was melted off of her, bringing her temperature to a safe one. "Name and business." She asked gently, noting the fox's tears - or was that just melted snow?
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    do you want to go first
    'cause i'm happy to wait — tags

    Jacob hated seeing people sad or upset in any way. He often took it as a near personal offense and saw it as his mission to fix whatever was wrong with everyone all the time. He just wanted to make everyone happy. Of course, this was a task that was destined to crash and burn but the least he could do was do his best. However, the pup's thoughts were far from depressing currently. He had watched a squirrel dart off away from camp and the puppy had been quick to follow it. He loved small animals of any sort and adored chasing them about. Despite the more serious issues recently, the boy seemed capable of allowing them to roll away for at least a few hours a day. With the revelation that Imperia was alive and all he had seen was a dream they'd shared, he was much more at ease. Of course, he was still very concerned for everyone else in camp who all seemed as mad or sad as usual. He had been trying to give out flowers and other gifts to make them all feel better but sometimes it just seemed like it wasn't enough.


    With all this in mind, it only seemed natural that he would be drawn by the sounds of crying. He would follow the sound carefully before coming across a stranger, though she seemed to have calmed down considerably. The puppy would glance about and pick several flowers before hurrying up to the stranger and dropping them in front of her. "No sad. Happy!" The child would say with a wide smile, hoping it would make her feel better. He would glance towards Mar, feeling a slight stab of guilt that he hadn't been able to help them feel better when everyone was fighting.


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Mallory didn't move as she was spoken to, only her eyes drifted upward. They were slightly swollen from hours of crying. It wasn't like she could respond so instead of attempting communicate she just looked ahead. How long would it take for the mortal to get a hint and leave? Earthlings were stubborn, but she hoped it wouldn't be too long. When the paw brushed against her she simply curled into herself more. Just leave, please leave, she thought, sighing slightly. If only she had the ability to speak, then all she would have to do is say a word. Hah, like there was any chance a single sound would come from her even if it was possible. A coward.


    Another one showed up, this one a demon. Disgust ripped through her miserable thoughts. The only sign of her attitude towards the demonic individual was through a slight wrinkles of her nose, which only lasted a second. So wrapped up in her own thoughts the melting snow didn't even make a blip in her mind. Why did this little group care so much? Why did the demon ask for her name? She had no business, she had no name. God had given her the gift of having a name. Now that God himself had casted her away there was no need for it. Wasn't like she could say it anyway.


    As soon as the flowers came into view she was interested in them, not really caring who had placed them there. She reached her paw out before slowly bringing them towards her nose. Oh. She didn't know how to breathe. The flowers weren't pungent enough for her to simply smell them without breathing inward. This sent her into more tears, though now she stayed silent, shaking. Awful, this world just wanted to mock her. That child just wanted to mock her. Cruel, cruel.
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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The calico saw the fallen angel's disgust at her, her eyes narrowing. Any semblance of gentleness was squashed, her saying shortly, "Very well, give no answer. Enjoy dying of the cold." She didn't know why the fox had glared at her, perhaps the fox thought she was a whore too, You don't even know me, you mute little-


    But it was true, the fox didn't know her. Perhaps it was another reason. "Answer or leave. Simple."
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    do you want to go first
    'cause i'm happy to wait — tags

    Jacob would look towards Mar as they spoke, not really understanding her words until he would look back and see that the flowers had made the stranger cry. Oh no! He'd done something horribly wrong! This was his fault! She was upset and it was his fault! Now panicking, the puppy would glance about before spotting a couple cool rocks. He would hurry and pick them up and drop them in front of the angel. "No sad! Happy! Pretty!" He would insist, now clearly distraught because of how upset he'd made her. The harsh tone Lonepaw took certainly wasn't helping. He hated even a hint of conflict and he could feel the tension of one growing now. Tears would begin to mist the puppy's eyes as he looked towards the silent stranger. Why was she so upset? He thought flowers made everyone happy! [fancypost=background:#c0e4ff;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]What an odd interaction.


    Imperia arrived shortly after Jacob (no surprise there), petite figure approaching swiftly in an oddly graceful, floating lope. The silver she-wolf slowed to a halt as she neared, dropping narrow haunches and shorting her stride until her forward locomotion stopped. It took several moments for the inquisitive young creature to gather the chain of events, arranging all the little facts and observations so it made sense. Apparently the strange female was lying in the snow, close to freezing to death when the other happened upon her? And then Jacob responded in kind by offering her flowers while (she assumed) Mels attempted to warm the stranger up? And the stranger was mute, or something along those lines?


    Oh. Now the mysterious female was crying. Oh no. "Please do not cry, cherie," murmured the paladin in a soft voice, offering a gentle smile. "Might I give you a name, for now, at least?" if the stranger was not going to talk, she might as well try to fill in the blanks herself, correct?


    /rushed i gotta eat


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]That's what I've been trying to do, She couldn't really die though. Nope, death wasn't on the menu and never would be. Wiping at her eyes Mallory picked herself up, snow getting caught in her dark fur. Where was she, and how did she leave? Hmm, all there seemed to be was snow, snow, and a weird staircase leading up into the sky. Maybe... Maybe that place went to heaven, maybe somehow she could get to heaven! Excited by the idea she stepped toward it, suddenly in her own world. She needed to speak with God. Then she could become an angel and all the bad feelings would go away. Not one single demon would ever cross her path, no taunting flowers, she could finally have wings again. Swallowing her pride she looked at the demon and made a grunt noise then jerked her head to the stairs, her voice surprisingly rough for an angel.


    Emotions switching from tearful sadness, to hope, to now confusion as she just stared at the child. Rocks? Then it hit her, she was a damn angel, or used to be. No angel would ever be so dismissive of an innocent child. Still, she didn't care about rocks. All she wanted was heaven and to see God's happy smile. It was the only thing that had taken her mind of crying and despair. Dipping her head low to the child she would attempt eye contact with him, puffy and still tearful eyes then going to the staircase. She wanted to go there.


    Dear Lord, she didn't care about names! To speed the process up she nodded at Imperia, obviously desperate to get to the stairs. Fine, fine, any name would due, if it was true and she could possibly go back to heaven it wouldn't matter anyway, who cared? Frustrated and confused she growled, though not in a hostile or threatening way, simply out of her own desperation.
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    atropa belladonna - preferably belladonna
    // actions / talking / thinking //
    c) queenofflowers, do not steal

    //is it okay if i hop in? the title of the thread said "one" and i'm not sure if i should; i can delete my post later, if needed c:
    Belladonna padded over to the group, wondering what all of the fuss was about. She gazed at an ebony fox, eyes puffy and swollen from crying. Belladonna wanted to ask her if she was okay, but she didn't seem like much of a talker. Her wings shook slightly. due to the quiet and the tension. The black cat looked at the seemingly miserable fox as her eyes darted from the calico, to the pup, to the staircase, and back to one of the people in the group. It seems like she wants to go up, like she wants to join. She thought, but held her tongue. Belladonna had just got into the clan, and she had no place to say whether she should go into the territory.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Luckily for Mallory, Imperia was one of the least hot-headed creatures of the group. That meant that she was more forgiving of distasteful behavior than individuals such as Aleksei or Mels might be. Although, the fallen angel's attitude towards Jacob was beginning to irk her. "Shh, Doudou," she murmured to the boy, using a single paw to gently guide him to the side before giving him a gentle nudge with her nose in an attempt to soothe him. "For some people, it takes more time." Hopefully the boy would understand as she disliked seeing him so distressed.


    Her attention returning to the problematic newcomer, choosing to wear a faint smile rather the look of frustration and distress that more accurately reflected how she felt. "We shall call you Mallory, then," she said with a nod, glancing over at the others. "And you may stay with us until..." Peri trailed off, unsure of how to finish her sentence. She was still unsure how to utilize the power bestowed upon her after receiving a position of authority in the clan. "Come with us up the stairs," if only the she-wolf knew what Mallory was thinking, then she would make an attempt to get the fallen angel to understand. The poor girl was destined for disappointment.


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    another mute. or, something of the sort. vang didn't exactly know why the female was in tears, and really, why she seemed so desperate to get to the stairs. perhaps she was just excited to see the islands of blizzardclan, or for another unknown reason. well, if it was anything except seeing the islands for the first time, she was sure the kid was set up for more shedding of tears. "um, nice to meet you, mallory? hey, uh, once we get to the top, you can cry all ya' want. just, not in front of jacob, okay?" she said, pitying the young child's attempt to cheer up the fallen angel. he didn't deserve that.
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Tears. They upset Pierce, discomforted him. When other people cried, it made him want to cry, and seeing this puffy-eyed angel who had clearly been crying for quite a while did no good for him. The vice-leader was next to approach, and he watched Mallory uncomfortably. What was he supposed to do? He awkwardly ambled over to the angel's side, nudging her gently. "Uh, yeah, Mallory, we can get you upstairs and then maybe grab you something to eat. Does that - um - does that sound good?" He paused, completely at a loss of words, before adding in a hopefully-friendly manner, though he just wanted this girl to stop crying, "I'm Pierce."


    //mobile

    tags :: updated 5/13