- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror, Romance.
*~Ayla~*
Ayla screamed , her chair tipping backwards as Micheal's wings snapped from his back, momentarly blinding her. Her body started to tremble, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
"W-what the hell...?"
Ayla couldnt stop staring. An Angel. THE Angel, standing in her shack of her home, asking for her help. Was he crazy? What could she do to help the greater good of hUMANITY? This wasnt like saving a kitten from a tree.
She swallowed, digging her nails into her palms until little red crecents appeared across her hand. She stood slowly, keeping her back against the cold of the far wall.
"My God. IF you had spouted this to me without those wings I would probably count you crazy. Micheal... If you hadnt noticed, I have nothing more than a shabby roof and the clothes on my back." The bun that held her wild her came undone, her midnight curls falling down her back, bouncing delicately at her waist.
"I think... You have the wrong person. There is nothing I can do to help you. How can I human, let alone me, help you save all these people? I believe you, about lives being lost, and it breaks my heart, but I dont think there is much I can do to help you..."
She trailed off, the radiance coming off of his wings drew her attention once more, her mind all but fuzz, her body trembling. She felt vunerable, weak, a kitten compared to a bulldog. And she just questioned an Angel. What kind of hell would he put her through if she refused? Her curiosity turned to fear, and the familiar hot prick of tears burned her eyes.
Ayla screamed , her chair tipping backwards as Micheal's wings snapped from his back, momentarly blinding her. Her body started to tremble, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
"W-what the hell...?"
Ayla couldnt stop staring. An Angel. THE Angel, standing in her shack of her home, asking for her help. Was he crazy? What could she do to help the greater good of hUMANITY? This wasnt like saving a kitten from a tree.
She swallowed, digging her nails into her palms until little red crecents appeared across her hand. She stood slowly, keeping her back against the cold of the far wall.
"My God. IF you had spouted this to me without those wings I would probably count you crazy. Micheal... If you hadnt noticed, I have nothing more than a shabby roof and the clothes on my back." The bun that held her wild her came undone, her midnight curls falling down her back, bouncing delicately at her waist.
"I think... You have the wrong person. There is nothing I can do to help you. How can I human, let alone me, help you save all these people? I believe you, about lives being lost, and it breaks my heart, but I dont think there is much I can do to help you..."
She trailed off, the radiance coming off of his wings drew her attention once more, her mind all but fuzz, her body trembling. She felt vunerable, weak, a kitten compared to a bulldog. And she just questioned an Angel. What kind of hell would he put her through if she refused? Her curiosity turned to fear, and the familiar hot prick of tears burned her eyes.