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    phanuel was beautiful as he fell.


    ivory fur whipped wildly in the velocity induced wind as his paws reached outwards, appearing as a porcelain figure that was carelessly dropped by a child; delicate and lovely but accepting of its fate. out of habit, Phanuel found his back muscles tensing; the familiar feeling of attempting to flap his wings was shattered by the fact he had in their place two stubs of tattered feathers and open flesh on each shoulder blade. as a stark pain surged from the marrow of his bones outwards causing momentarily the of cease breathing; but phanuel knew he deserved it. and after what seemed like that of an eternity of soaring through an ebony enveloped night sky as silent stars looked down upon him in judgment, he finally hit. a sickening crack was made upon impact and the pain made the previous bought of soreness from attempting to fly with tattered wings feel like a prick from a thorn. phanuel did not yell, but rather squirmed in the agony as he felt his body scream in protest.


    he was trembling, trembling with such fersciousty as tears formed within eyes bluer than mortally possible that appeared like stardust lining his gaze. lord, what had he done? what had he done? it was as if his body was dying all around him, immortality drained away in place of fierce crimson staining lovely pelt of once purist white. everything bore into his tarnished heart with such ferocity, burned within his soul like the hellish flames of brimstone in which he'd once bravely fought with halo forged from gold and sword of heaven rusted. and for all that was good and kind, he simply could not cease crying. how pathetic.


    lost.


    lost, lost, lost. in every movement, in every thought, in every breath; he was utmost and uncertain for now he held no purpose. without his lord, without his creator, without his truth, without his wings- his wings. phanuel choked against his own breath, as he slowly craned graceful neck to finally dare to peer at his crimson stained back. they were gone, tattered, horrendous appearing stubs of torn flesh and tattered feather where grave beauty once bestowed. he wasn't perfect anymore. the fact caused great nausea, a feeling which he'd never experienced, to befall the once angel alongside rivers of sorrow continued flowing down perfect cheeks. what a fool he was, what a fool. why did he weep? phanuel knew it was his fault, knew he deserved it. but understanding something did not cause it to hurt any less.


    phanuel mustered strength to move forward, each step graceless and uncertain and stunning gaze wide with utmost fear with uneven breath. he'd so caught up within his thoughts he'd been that it was solely now he managed to take note of his surroundings- it was all so, empty. gray seemed to be main color scheme alongside the scent of thinning bone and rotting flesh; the perfume of a dance with death. it was entirely overwheelming, phanuel found himself on the brink of unconsciousness due to the disgusting, repent-able scent; as if he'd never struck down wide-eyed children in the name of virtue and the promise of a savior.


    he was deep within this place, of no concept of borders standing within the middle of some form of camp under the guise of night frightened and utterly alone. the creature forged from the gates of ivory promises and a blue which rivaled mortal skys came forth with agony in each paw step, and amongst his overwheelmed, dismay something caught his etheral eye. a corspe. phanuel was cautious at first, gaze lined in broken trust and unsurity, but as he came closer a frown polluted haunting features. the being seemed to have been tortured, body carved with marks of cruelty and dying with eyes wide open. perhaps it had been deserved, perhaps it had not; but either way phanuel's gaze softened as he managed to do what he was forged from heaven's clouds to be. he dipped his graceful head, pale eyelashes brushing against ivory fur as he closed stunning eyes in respect. and thus beneath the gentle moonlight a creature stained crimson prayed over a corpse to a savior that had damned him. (tl;dr, keep scrolling)


    (tl;dr basically phanuel was an angel who had his wings ripped off and was cast out to earth, after freaking out for a good while he came across a npc corpse in the middle of the exiles' camp in the middle of the night and began to pray for it. also, i apologize for the bad ending rip )

    Her white fur should've stood out in the dark but Athena was good at remaining in the shadows until she wanted to make her presence known. She stepped forward out of the darkness to the bloody creature standing over a corpse "you're in Exiles territory may I ask what your business is here?" She said, not aware he was praying. She knew of religion but had no concept of it. It was nice to think of though, a better place, one where her father possibly was and where she may one day ascend to. But no, Athena knew better than to let herself divulge in such foolish thoughts. Instead she watched the intruder with blank eyes, no emotion on her face whatsoever.


    //that was beautifully written ; - ; I love it so much welcome to the exiles


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    //oh my god ,,, that was so incredibly well written,,


    Riddlersgame was awake. The reason why was unimportant - perhaps it was that he had been struck by some epiphany, perhaps a nightmare had shaken him from his sleep - but needless to say, the stark white figure had caught his attention. Also emerging from the shadows, the lanky tabby wore a somewhat puzzled expression, one eyebrow raised and a contemplative frown on his narrow features. He came to stand alongside Alexus, sharp emerald eyes examining the unfamiliar creature closely. He noted the bloodied wing stumps and the marooned stained fur, the tears on his angelic features, the way he bowed his head, as if in prayer. Riddler liked to understand things, and the fact that he couldn't comprehend what this guy was doing quite frankly piqued his interest. Rather than ask him what his business was, he spoke a different question, one laced with curiosity, tone oddly gentle for a man of his disposition. Though, that didn't mean he necessarily held pity for the other male, only that he had questions that needed answers. "What happened to you?" The evidence of torn away wings, the frankly... pure look he had about him, and Riddler couldn't understand it.



    thoughts of solace lined in the hope of a saviour were soon interrupted by another being's words. this fact, however, did not discourage phanuel. the injured once-angel simply finished his silent prayer with haste, gently muttering a soft amen. phanuel then allowed hues of such a blue that the no mortal sky could dare rival, gazing to this newcomer with an expression of questioning ever so slightly lingered with anger. had she not taken note of his actions? mortals truly had strewn far from the path of righteousness. then he recalled the agony which came from tattered wings as crimsons stained pelt of an utmost pure porcelain. "It's disrespectful to disrupt someone while they're praying," phanuel noted in a matter of fact tone. once angel or not, some habits did not die with ease. they weren't the sole ones to stray from the path. none the less, he'd be swift to attempt to jump back on it. it was due to this realization, however, a more sorrowful expression overtook haunting features and phanuel gave no words of cruelty to the girl which approached him and regretted those he spoke; a fact which was read upon his perfect face.


    they were both ivory beings, faintly glowing amidst the pale starlight. the exiles? how utterly ironic, it made him want to laugh- to give the form of chuckle one erupted when a hole had formed in his heart. no one could deny his lord had a sense of humor. perhaps that's what made it hurt all the more. "Forgive my ignorance," began the angelic being, "What do you mean, the exiles?" he had no concept of groups, of clans- it was utterly hopelessly to him as an expression of curiosity overtook haunting features. but then another came forth, one inquiring things in which phanuel didn't wish to give a straight answer too. he kept his cool, however, it was not in his nature to lie but he was very good at faking emotions. it was something he'd managed down to a tee. "I did something very wrong and payed the price," phanuel would respond, offering a smile to the being before him before focusing back upon the girl in wait of her explanation.


    //thanks guys you're sweet <3

    Huh. A trespasser without knowledge of the workings of the world? That wasn't anything new but the fact that they already demanded respect in the lines of don't interrupt prayer was already rubbing the canine the wrong way. He didn't like creatures who were so entitled, especially if they were trespassing and were given a clue that they were. "The Exiles is the home of creatures that have no where else to live, outcasts if you will," the pale canine would answer as he padded up after his roguemates, "we a sort of organized society and the land that you're stepping on belongs to us." That was clear enough right? "Anyway, it sounds like you're one of us, so either you join us now or you'll have to get off our lands and find elsewhere to stay," his attention was drawn to the injuries that the pale stranger had, it didn't seem like they were going to make it far in that kind of condition.

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    Or let me eat him.... The thought came forward before he could stop it and he cringed. Tiredly he had dragged his battered body toward the area in which was being occupied by Exilers and some unknown creature. His jaws watered as he smelled the flesh and warm blood that made up who they were. He was starving that much he understood but the degree in which he was starving terrified him. It had never been this bad. Never been this hard to control and he had never had such intrusive thoughts before. The thickly stripped tiger settled near the back of the group, trying to keep others away from noticing him as he lifted a paw to wipe at the spittle that had gathered around the bottom of his jaw. At least with the leg that wasn't broken he did that action and he shook his head a bit. He needed help but who would help an Exiler? Shaking his head he squeezed his eyes shut and just listened to the conversation from where he was settled.

    entitled? indeed, that seemed to be a word to describe the haunting stranger ever so faintly glowing within the moonlight. for he had been a being worthy of such, destined for it, forged in his savior's image and ever so perfect. but phanuel wasn't perfect any longer as he stood amongst a group of mortals with tattered wings and bloodied pelt and it was a fact he would soon learn to cope with. but of course, one had to indicate the question if he was every truly so perfect in the first place seeing as he had now been cast out for actions he knew had been incorrect.


    a place of outcasts and beings who belonged nowhere else- dark humor manifested within a broken smile at the other's words. how utterly fitting, oh how tragically fitting. "I have nowhere else to go," phanuel returned with a broken tone, "And so I will join if you allow me the honor." he dipped his head in a statement of gratitude and respect before another creature approached causing phanuel's gaze of endearing blue to become stuck upon this new comer with horror as one word entered his shattered mind.


    evil.


    the creature appeared to be exhasuted, struggling with the darkness in which threatened to consume him. one would assume a gentle being such as phanuel could comphrened this, especially given his own circumstance, but old habits reined supreme. the world, in the former angel's eyes, what that of strict back and white and this being was an oncoming threat. phanuel looked to merlot with a frown, grand judgement flickering through lovely eyes. he did not like that one. not in the least and the fact could be seen easily upon his face.

    Athena could see the discomfort of the newcomers face at the sight of Merlot. She didn't understand, Merlot was not too intimidating of a creature. Yea sure, he was much bigger than her but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She trusted him just as she trusted any of her other rogue mates. The child acted quickly , before anything could come from the looks this guy was shooting at her friend. "My names Athena, perhaps I could show you around" she offered, smiling. But the smile didn't reach her eyes, no, she wasn't truly happy right now she just hoped to put him at ease.


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    His eyes snapped open as he felt another's gaze settling on him, black threatening to consume the whites of his eyes like a thick ooze as he shifted his gaze over to the creature. He saw the sudden dislike, the sudden hatred like a heated flame in the others gaze. It made his body tense up and his claws dug into the ground. He felt ill all of a sudden and he pushed himself up onto three legs, doing a balancing act before he looked toward Athena who attempted to diffuse the situation. At least she was trying and he had no wish to make it any worse than it already was. The adolescent hadn't even expected to see anything like this from a stranger he had never come into contact with and so he pulled his ears back and turned to leave, not even offering his own name because he doubted that would actually come out of his jaws at this point. So he merely glanced over his shoulder and forced some kind of welcome from his muzzle. "Welcome to the Exiles...." His voice was a deep tremble before he walked off, limping slowly and forcing himself not to look back. There was no meal for him there, no, they weren't meals and he released a hard breath.

    The sight of something falling drew the direwolf's attention, a divine sort of energy bending into his own aura. It was weak, however. Fleeting. Dissipating. A fallen angel, perhaps?


    His interest was spilled immediately, long legs drawing his lusted form to the scene. Dead bodies were often in the Exiles, this he was not surprised by. Once his honeyed hues met the unfamiliar wolf, he choked. White and pure. Completely opposite of him. Greed and lust, an often emotion in his figure, bent his will immediately. A part of him wanted to worship this unknown bundle of fur. A part of him wanted to drive his dagger far into the sheath of this creature's ribs. Both desires were held back, however, the male instead offering a quick wink and stating a "Welcome to the Exiles, Phanuel. I'm Perry Darling, ask me if you need anything." Despite the celestial's beauty, his voice was kept its usual silvered and even tone. No one would catch him off guard that easy.

    He didn't expect the creature to want to stay but then again, he wasn't surprised either. They seemed quite clueless of the current world and where else could they go? Without knowledge of where the other clans were, it could take days before they chances upon another group that would be more fitting for someone like themselves. And during that time they would die considering those awful looking wounds on their back. Of course, that was assuming that they didn't know how to treat themselves.

    "Yeah, thats fine, welcome," the canine then added, curiously watching Phanuel's odd expression when they spotted Merlot, who was more or less an unassuming kid. "I'm Alcibiades, and you?" They needed medical attention on this guy asap but unfortunately, he hadn't seen much of their medic Jupiter for a while. Maybe Oliver would show up and patch the angelic looking creature up.

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    More big crowds. Fan-fucking-tastic. "Do you know how hard it is to sleep when everyone keeps talking?" Vanari hissed out as he lumbered over.


    Pushing past the gathering, the large lizard would quickly notice the angelic form everyone was staring at. "Welcome to the Exiles, the happiest place on Earth. I'm Vanari." he rasped, interest already moving to the corpse nearby. "Did anyone call dibs on this? 'Cause if not it's mine." A midnight snack would at least make this somewhat worth it.

    ★ ★ ★ The pup bound forward and took a spot near the feet of Alci. Tail wagging and eyes bright. Deep down, he knew he would be replaced or forgotten by all the newer faces. Yet, he would go into his fading life with grace. The pup would offer a warm welcome until he was sucked into faceless abyss. "Welcome! I'm It. You can cal me whatever though."


    "Speech."

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