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Will I Catch Up to Love? I Could Never Tell.
Private Siren's Summit  Akriel <3
Castiella
Currently championing:
#1

  She was much older than she appeared to be. Why? Well here is the answer. If no one has figured out she is a Fallen Angel yet; then there might be no hope for this world. Castiella is trapped on this earth, and she was created to do the bidding of the Dark Lord. The markings on her face is not a quintessence. She was branded by the tar of hell. It is a mocking of the holy trinity, a laughter in the face of the mighty lord. Even Heaven makes mistakes, but believe it or not, it is not the angel's fault that she fell. Talk of a conspiracy had been going around the heavens, and well Castiella found her self in the middle of it. Angered and convinced she was the source of it all, the angel was FORCED to fall. That is how this pretty little thing ended up in hell. Then she met the love of her life, a creature so divine, powerful, and BEAUTIFUL. He loved her for her; she never had to try to get his attention. SHE was all he wanted, and HE was all she wanted. He loved her even before her body was branded with black tar. Then he loved Castiella more. Even though her heart was bitter from the heavens above, he still LOVED her. The Vagrant is what he was called. There are no real names in hell. The dark lord chooses what name will fit each spirit best. Castiella was The Fallen. The Vagrant and The Fallen had a bond no one could break, but many tried. Only ONE has been successful at keeping their love apart by making it a TABOO.  

Heavy breaths filled the air, and her eyes ripped open. The dreams she had made her relive her past. Sparks waved across her body in anger, frustration, and sadness. Why her? Why THEM? Massive blood colored wings lifted as she rose to her feet once again. She was tired; she could never sleep, she did not want to relive her dreams. She did not want to relive her past EVERY night. Where was she? Teal eyes burned with the fire of hell as a small giggle finally broke from her maw. Her white mask looked up to the sky above with a grumble. "Fuck you..."  Her head shook the long creamy tresses of her mane as she looked back down to earth. Eyes scanned over every inch of her own body. It was perfect in every way, shape, and form. She could not complain about that. Spinning around with a soft hum she skipped around the monument.

Child like giggles rumbled from her chest. Large blood wings dragged the ground, Castiella was enjoying this moment alone. Abigor was off doing something, and Akriel. Well, she missed his already. A small part of her wondered what he was doing, or where he was now.  So maybe she was not enjoying this moment ALONE. She knew the boy was subject to emotional mood swings. What if he was doing something that got him into trouble? What if he was doing something wrong?She would not be there to take the fall from him. What if someone was picking on him? She would not be there to PROTECT him. Castiella needed to find him as soon as possible. She needed to be with him again! They were apart for too long; she lost him for a few days one time. It will NOT happen AGAIN.

Well, where the fuck does she start? A small giggle escaped her maw maybe she should just wait here. He always seems to find her no matter what. So the girl found her spot next to the monument once again. Her slim bodice pushed against it as barred front legs folded, and tri-tones rear legs lowered her weight to the soft grass. Milky tresses rested on the ground as she placed her masked skull down. She would wait for him here. Bright teal eyes closed as she took in a sweet breath of air. Little did the girl know that she would drift off into sleep once again. 

"Talk."

@Akriel 



Akriel & Castiella
You can be Alice ,
I'll be the mad Hatter

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Violence may be used at any time, but Castiella is volatile 
THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING
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Akriel
Currently championing:
#2


A K R I E L
Failed Son of Satan, Incapable Child of the Light, Vagrant Soul of the Earth



HE WAS even older than she. The first, forbidden, creation of a King of the Dark. No other before this King had succeeded in doing what only Heaven had done. It had been a messy, but thoughtful, affair. The Dark King had pulled from all corners of the Universe. He took particles from the cold, calculating, intelligent logic of the Greater Universe. Matter stolen from the Light gave the creation charm, love, and loyalty. Lastly, came gifts from the dark: revenge, deceit, lust, and anger. The Soul flickered its first pulse of energy and the Dark King was filled with joy and love.

The King's creation was set to misguiding spirits, lost, trying to re-enter the mortal world after their time in Hell had ended. In conducting this dastardly duty the Soul would help the King forge an army to raise against Heaven. The Soul carried out its purpose in that dark land, flickering across the land of ice and lava and unending deaths. It did not question things, for its loyalty was too great and its love too strong. But the Greater Universe was not going to remain neutral for long with regards to this...anomaly. No, indeed, the cycle of energy could not be disrupted so strongly as this for long before the entirety of the Universe collapsed. Instead, the Greater Universe planted a seed of knowledge within the Soul. As this seed grew the Soul became aware of the way of things: Of the struggles of Heaven and Hell and the energy of the spirits which must always re-enter the mortal world after a period of rest or struggle. 

Soon, the Soul decided it must right the wrongs it had committed against the Universe and began helping the lost spirits to leave. Then she appeared. She burned so bright that the Soul shied away for fear of burning up itself. Fury and fire and youth and might were all things belonging to her. She, the Dark King informed the Soul, is our Fallen. A gift from their friends in the Light. This troubled the Soul and its seed of knowledge. One made from pure Light could never exist for long in the Dark. 

The two learned to work together, to love, and they bonded via the oddity of their circumstances. But then they were always apart. Hell had learned of the Soul's betrayal, for deceit and loyalty were an odd combination, and allowed the Light a try. But the Light could no more hold the Soul than the Dark and so the Soul became the Vagrant until the Greater Universe intervened. It placed the anomaly in an earthly form, a final form, so that it might cycle and be returned to the wilds of the Universe. But the Vagrant was not to be alone. The Fallen was, herself, an anomaly. For the energy from which she'd been formed, the Light, had rejected her but she could still not reside in the dark, her particles disallowed this. So the Greater Universe placed her too in an earthly vessel, alongside her lover. Both within the same womb. Him destined to disappear and her having the decision to fight to return to the light or to pass on to the wilds as well. Bittersweet, it is, but even crueler is that the Vagrant will live this life as a singular soul, a regular spirit, bound to only his knowledge from this life. Too old is the Soul, older than the Fallen, an earthly vessel would perish from the weight of the Vagrant's past. Instead, the Vagrant will only know things in bits or flashes before they again settle to the background.

So he is older than she but, in this life, he is still but a child. Akriel wanders the path and nips at wisps of grass, blissfully unaware of his past. The path he picks at takes him up, higher and higher, until the muddy path gives way to black flowers. He really did have a knack for always finding her. A loud snort escapes his maw when he finds her napping in the grass. "Always so lazy, sister." comes the monotone voice tinged with amusement.

"Speaking."



OOC: Sorry it got so long >.< I wanted to try to match that story intro. ROTFL.
@Castiella
Castiella
Currently championing:
#3

She drifted off into the unspeakable land once again. The memories of the past flashed in front of her eyes. Castiella watched as her body fell to the earth, then it fell further and further. Darkness started to swallow and eat the light. Her eyes could see nothing; she fell and fell. She fell so long that she forgot she was falling. Then like an outer body experience, she watched as her angelic form landed with a thud. Finally, the angel ceased to fall. This place, it was dark and filled with horrors that an Angel has never seen.

Castiella watched her self in this dream. It felt like yesterday. The emotions caused her body to thrash in its slumber.

Each step held a flicker of torture and horror. She could not believe that and ANGEL would be damned to such a dark place. The darkness ate away at her piece by piece. She knew she could not survive here; she knew this was no place for an angel to LIVE. She could see his face fade in and out. He always stayed away from her. Maybe it was her holy presence; she was never sure what kept this soul away from her. Then one day that all changed.

A smile started to form on her sleeping masked face

He was the greatest of all lovers. The soul really knew how to please a lady. Not just physically, but mentally. He told her and gave her EVERYTHING she wanted. If he lied to her, she never caught him. He made hell feel like HOME. His warm breath sent chills down her spine. His soft touch cloaked her body in a chilling warmth. She was HIS; she will always be HIS. This dream made her remember what it was like to have his heavy form on her delicate bodice. She watched the past like it was the present day playing in front of her. She got to remember what being with him was like. How his masculine scent filled her nostrils when her face buried deep within the soft strands on his mane. His voice was soft, soothing, and... Calling her lazy?

Teal eyes flicked open with a small gasp of air. Crimson specks in her eyes burned with the fury of hell. Charcole ears pinned against her skull. Well, there goes that dream. For once in her small life, she was dreaming about something pleasant, and it was ruined. Ruined is such a strong word to use against someone she loved so much. Castiella soon lifted her ears forward with a Cheshire smile. Hooves pulled her sparkling bodice back up into a standing position. She wanted to tell him all about her dream, she wanted to share everything with him, but would he understand? "I have been looking for you all day. I have every right to be lazy for a few moments." Her voice would have lashed another soul, but it was softer around Akriel. Her eyes fell on the small trail of flowers leading up to the flower bed that grew under her sleeping body. " You also do not have a trail of fucking flowers following you everywhere dear brother. That is why I figured you would find me." Soft giggled escape her maw as she steps closer to him.

Teal eyes peered deep into his robust violet orbs. There was so much history, so much love hiding deep within him. Her banded muzzle tilted to the side with a deviant smile. "The one time I actually had a pleasant dream, I get awoken. For once it was not a nightmare." Her voice hushes softly as she brushed her head against his shoulder. Crimson speckled orbs close taking in a deep breath as her tail flicks near his stained face. Creamy tresses fall back to the ground as she halts for a moment. Blood colored wings hang low and comfortable at her sides. "I have missed you so much dear brother." The whispered words are coated in honey. Catsiella moves her elegant neck over to rub her painted face against his haunches. "I feel like it has been so... long." Teal eyes close with another deep breath as she walks away from him. So many feelings she has never felt before flood her system. Castiella has NEVER felt this way towards ANYOTHER creature.

Everyone else was just a toy, a way for her to relieve her boredom, but Akriel was SO different. He had her feel such a way that the Fallen Angel could not explain. How could he understand something that she did not even know how to describe. The girl skips around the monument with a soft hum. Hooves pick up and fall with exquisite rhythm before coming to a halt. She stood on the other side of the pillar looking at her BROTHER. A soft giggle escaped her maw as she tilted her skull "Where have you been? "

"Talk."

@Akriel



Akriel & Castiella
You can be Alice ,
I'll be the mad Hatter

image | coding
Violence may be used at any time, but Castiella is volatile 
THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING
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