Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 6, 2014 13:56:45 GMT -6
His hands slid down to rest on her shoulders, and he looked up at her with a serious expression, nodding a silent thanks for healing him. He let his eyes close as she tossed the dagger aside.
I know what you feel because I've instilled these experiences in others. He frowned, refusing to respond out loud. I cause terror and manipulate the human race so that I can indulge in purifying and taking their souls for myself. Surely, this is how the Valkyrie sees my actions. But no one is truly pure, no one is truly untouched by the darkness... I may make things worse, but at least I reward them with a clean and rewarding death.
Admittedly, Drethiel was finding it hard to justify his means more than ever now. Emotional experiences took a lot out of him, and he'd rather not remember what it felt like to be on the other end of the puppet strings. He had chosen how to live his life, and he was far from redeeming himself at any time soon. Redemption wasn't even something he could even go through, he figured. What would be the reward? Admittance to the heavens above, returning into the domain filled with beings that scorned him? It wasn't worth it; he was damned to life on earth, and if he felt like metaphorically raising hell - he certainly would. Drethiel was beyond any kind of salvation, and therefore avoided unnecessary guilt like the plague. He wasn't destined to be accepted by those with grace, so why should he strain himself to appease them?
He blinked hard then, opened his eyes and took a shallow breath. Ashen was curious. "I never told you what sent me here, did I?"
Drethiel had never told anyone the story of how he was cast out of the heavens. It was a tale he would rather not remember, or acknowledge for that matter. But there was some little voice that told him to be honest and truthful with the kinto in front of him. Some tiny shred of the angel he once was remembered the desire to protect and enlighten. It was quite possibly that same minuscule voice that drove him to try and end her torment, to get her back to her senses even if it meant suffering in his own personal, burning hell. It was safe to say that not only did Dreth trust her, but he was starting to care for her and her well-being. He swallowed hard, hoping that these developments wouldn't be a repeat of the past. But then again - what consequences would he even have to face at this point?
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 6, 2014 19:53:47 GMT -6
a shiver ran down her body when his hands slid to her shoulders. a sigh managed to escape her lips, her visible breath fading into the winds. she watched as he closed his eyes after her heal. is he thinking? of what? he eyes widened slightly to his question that soon followed. "no... you have never told me really anything about you...i assumed you never liked me or never trusted me enough to tell me." ashen continued to look up at him, only flinching when the winds would seem to brush against her. even with dreth's wings it didn't protect her much considering he was just as cold as the snow and wind itself. what brought this feeling all of a sudden, it was a mixture of wanting to run and flee, and to hold dreth to tell him it was ok.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 7, 2014 0:09:51 GMT -6
Drethiel's expression grew pained with her response. There was no backing out of this one, no silver tongue that could slither him away from the topic at hand. He opened his mouth to start off his story, but then realized just how long it may take.
"You're cold. We should move inside." He gestured towards the door. "I'm not really helping either, naturally..." He laughed weakly, sounding a bit nervous, like he was dreading the conversation that would be had. It was true that he had never told her about himself in great detail, and he both anticipated and feared what would happen when that changed. He pulled back his wings, and stood up, taking her hand and gently tugging her towards the door. "The last thing you need right now is to get sick."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 7, 2014 0:24:56 GMT -6
"only if you want to Dreth, you dont like the warmth, i remember that" she shivered as she spoke. she couldnt feel her skin much anymore. "however you hands are warmer then the snow and wind i will admit" as she slowly got up she lightly grasped Dreth's hand and once he was up to lead him inside. she didnt hold tightly, in fact if he wanted he could slip his hand away at any moment. the thought of wrapping herself in furs was very inviting. she opened the door, then looked back at Dreth. with a look that wondered if he was even ready to get back inside. she could feel the warmth call her frigid body inside...but if Dreth wanted to talk, she wanted him to be comfortable.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 14, 2014 0:47:19 GMT -6
Drethiel followed Ashen into Silver Scale obediently, eyes keeping from contact with hers, and his hand gripping hers lightly. He cringed inwardly at his current emotional state - vulnerable and no longer collected. Once he stepped foot into the warmth, he parted from her and headed to the table in the middle of the room, gesturing to it.
"Please have a seat, or brew yourself a drink. Warm yourself - this may take a while." His hesitance seeped through into his voice as he stalled his tale further. He pulled up a chair and sat in it, brooding into the wall as he figured out where to start.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 14, 2014 1:13:37 GMT -6
Ashen closed the door behind them, she turned to look at Dreth who wished for her to sit. she didn't want to make him wait, and she was out of her favorite drink. so she simply grabbed her winter fur cloak, feeling the soft warm fur on her skin was delightful. warping herself up she walked over beside Drethiel and sat beside him. unintentionally burying her face in the fur lining and enjoying the fur.
then quickly remembering she wasn't alone, she peeked past the fur and gave a slight nervous chuckle. straightening and clearing her throat she watched Dreths body language. he was nervous, very nervous. "Dreth, we all have pasts. we all have secrets, but its not what defines us." she reached over holding his shoulder. the cold from his body making her hand return to its numbing state. "i will not judge you, i promise this." she smiled, keeping her features soft and caring. it was the least she could do, he did help her break her 'episode' earlier. and with him around it seemed to stay at bay.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Feb 14, 2014 1:31:10 GMT -6
Drethiel flinched at the hand on his shoulder, Ashen's touch eliciting a sharp gasp from him. Right. He had to do this.
"Let me start it off simply by saying that this body is not exactly mine. Though, I have a feeling that you knew this. I simply picked it because it had a similar look and build to what I used to appear as." His hand strayed up to his dried out dark hair and tousled it. "This too, my hair. It was never black, always pure white. I quite envy Fallen, you know. I miss what I used to have. I could blend in with the snow much better back then." He forced a small, short laugh and then cleared his throat.
"As I am right now, I cannot access any of the afterlives. Not Heaven, nor Hell, nor Valhalla - whatever it may be. It's like I am naturally repulsed by them and banned to this plane. Why, you might ask?" He fidgeted with his hands nervously, giving himself something to do as he pondered and formed sentences in his head. "I have essentially been exiled from the heavens. I have no place in the angelic realm anymore, yet, here I am. I still have my wings. I still have my power. Not all of it - but enough to keep me sustained, to keep me different from most, to hold me only slightly above the people of the ground." He took a breath and exhaled a cool breeze to the table, coating it with a slight layer of frost that melted not a minute after it was formed.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Feb 14, 2014 1:49:22 GMT -6
As she listened she continued to wrap herself within the confines of her cloak, never taking her eyes off him. So, this wasnt his body no wonder he didnt smell right. she smiled to his laugh though she could tell it was forced.
as he continued to talk, she became curiouser and curiouser. "why where you exiled? what could you have done so horribly wrong that you where outlawed?" she knew this would be hard for drethiel. she offered her hand for support, finger tips still frozen. it wasnt uncommon for her to comfort someone, and hell her gut was telling her too...but how the hell do comfort someone who hates warmth?
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Post by Drethiel on May 11, 2014 21:40:55 GMT -6
He looked up her with knit brows, but a smirk adorned his face as he spoke quietly.
"I essentially got banished from heaven because I was far too kind to the wrong person." His eyes trailed to her outstretched hand, and his smirk softened into a light smile. Taking the hand in one of his, he traced circular motions over it with his fingers.
"Surely you've been in love, Ashen. You know what it's like to favour a person over others. You know how it feels to want to protect, to cherish and spend time with someone, to long to hold them in your arms." He paused his words, and hand movements. "I was not in love. I don't know if I'm capable of that feeling, really. However, there was one individual that I took a shine to, in essence. I would watch them from above, see the blood that dripped from their fingers, listen to their infectious laughter that struck a chord in my mind. They spoke ever so sweetly to passers by, and held the most pleasant expression as they killed their targets quickly. They were an assassin of sorts, and could do unspeakable things with a mere knife."
A tightness balled up in his chest, and he exhaled. "I was infatuated with a sinner. When they died, it was by their own knife, a lavish suicide of bleeding oneself out. Not once did they scream when they sliced apart their flesh. I was taken aback by their warm eyes and smile, and took the opportunity to descend upon them. When I landed, I expected the usual deal of being invisible to the mortals. But this one... when I approached them, they looked me dead in the eyes."
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They looked me dead in the eyes, and said:
"What beautiful wings you have. Pure white, like your hair, and a near match to your complexion."
Their blood flowed from the self-inflicted gashes, and fell onto the snow below their feet. It was a cold day on the human plane, or I assumed it to be. I couldn't feel the chill, but the murderer's skin was red not just from the blood, but from the biting wind.
"Why are you killing yourself, child?" I asked foolishly.
"Do you not think that I deserve to die?" Was the immediate reply that I got.
What do you say to something like that? Of course I told them they had the right to breathe the communal air as everyone else, no matter their sins. “Do you feel regret for what you have done?” I inquired. “You’ve slaughtered for money without a hint of remorse.”
“Do you feel so inclined to make me repent?” They said calmly. Their breathing became laboured. Mine became shallow.
I felt something unfamiliar. Sympathy? Empathy? Foreboding? Distrust? I couldn’t tell you what it was. I reached out to them, waiting to feel the touch of life from their hand.
“Come with me, child. Let me enlighten you.” Please.
They smiled weakly, and shook their head. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat swell up around me. Raw energy sweltered around us, but they didn’t let out a single word of protest.
“You flatter me, angel. But I’m afraid if we are to continue, you’ll have to retrieve me from hell.”
The word made me cringe. But in the blink of an eye there I was, clinging to their bloody body as we were dragged down in the determined clutches of the underworld. I made a stupid mistake. I trusted that smile. The warm eyes soothed me. But it’s not every day that an angel becomes entangled with a renegade, murderous being. They were not sentenced to hell – but being drawn back into it, taking me along for the ride.
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Drethiel breathed out, balling his hands into fists. He would surely bury the memories deep into his mind, never to be found again after tonight. He continued.
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Returning to heaven was the most difficult part. An angel covered in the soot and ash of hell feels no pride. In that moment, I was deemed unfit for my duties, and tainted. Stripped of the majority of my angelic privileges, I was cast to the human plane. My ability to purify human souls yet not take them to the afterlife was decided by default, as I was not left with much power to work with. I myself was a wandering soul for many a year… until I grew tired of being a victim. If I was on the human plane, why should I not be granted a human body? I still had some strength. I could gather my vigor. I could do things my way. I was tired of being invisible, and I wished to be heard.
If heaven wasn’t on my side, then I certainly wasn’t going to be on theirs.
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Dreth raised his eyes to Ashen’s, and waited for a reaction. “That’s the gist of my story.” He whispered.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 11, 2014 22:33:15 GMT -6
Ashen sat silently as she listened to his story.
she knew the feelings of love, betrayal, all those things. however Dreths tale made tears rush to her eyes. Someone was punished trying to do what they thought was right. what they felt was right. bringing her hands up to her lips to make sure not a sound escaped as she continued to listen. Tears began to stream down her face, how can the gods be so cruel? sure they never helped her in the many years she lived, but to shun one of there own kin...for doing what they thought was right?
it...it was a horrible thought. As his tale finished, she remained still as he whispered his final words. everything flooding over her in a overwhelming wave of emotions. she too was Betrayed by someone with murderous intentions. even though that was the only similarity between them, empathy washed over her. she found herself moving her toward him. grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him close. wrapping her arms around him she embraced him. wrapping her arms tightly around him she remained silent. for a moment all she could do was mutter."im sorry, im sorry for what they did do you. it wasn't fair, im sorry"
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on May 13, 2014 0:00:04 GMT -6
Ashen's tears made Drethiel's smile tighten. He knew shedding his own would be a lost cause. Tears after this long would be rather pitiful of him, not to mention unbecoming on his face.
"Through all that, I still can't bring myself to hate them. They were just following their nature. Luring. Killing. Bringing about the end of things. They were playing God, and they were rather good at it. I was impressed..." He almost laughed.
"Perhaps I was flawed from the beginning, though. Not a true, perfect, pristine and pure angel. I've never possessed a solid sense of what was right and what was deemed wrong." He relaxed into her hug and rubbed her back for a bit. Dreth knew it would feel like hugging the cold night to her, but he knew she would put up with it. He stared over her shoulder into the wall, lost in thought. "Sure it doesn't seem fair to you. But I was never cut out for heaven, was I?" He spoke so quiet, he could barely hear himself.
His mind drifted to the individual's true form, and his time spent in the underworld. Black as the night, with firey eyes, it had held it's slender hand over Dreth's heart.
"Will I see you again?" Said the creature. Drethiel just stared, opening his mouth to talk but not finding the words. "You will be missed, Drethiel. I appreciate you watching over me." It concluded. In a flash, the dark entity had laid a soft kiss on the lips of the angel, holding back a molten passion that would be lethal if let loose. To this, Dreth didn't know how to react. It was a strange sensation. Rather than his heart blossoming into pleasure, his chest felt void - plundered, empty. Having favored this strange monster above anything human, he realized just how much trouble he had got himself in.
Drethiel gripped Ashen slightly tighter, and then pulled away.
"That was a long time ago. I think that's enough about me for tonight." He stated.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 13, 2014 15:55:00 GMT -6
"thank you I truly feel honored you shared with me. I am so sorry for what happened? it doesn't matter if your pure evil or good. you have to stay true to yourself, or you'll never be happy. how can the gods be so stupid to not know this?" she stated wiping away her tears with now fringed hands. a light layer of frost on her cheek where it met dreths shoulder quickly melted.
"Dreth, if you keep a promise to me, to always be true to yourself and never betray me I will do the same for you. with me youll have a friend always, so long as you don't put a dagger in my back. physically or metaphorically." Ashen Smiled a genuine smile at Dreth, she slowly brought up her hand to hold his chin in place. she moved up and kissed his forehead. she could feel the cold on her lips for the brief moment they where there.Ashen only did this to people she trusted. as she moved back she continued to smile at him.
"you can trust in me Dreth. I protect my Family."
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Post by Drethiel on May 14, 2014 23:14:21 GMT -6
Drethiel blinked a few times, not expecting the kiss placed on his forehead. The last kiss he received would have been the one he had told her about. This one felt different, thankfully. He closed his eyes and smiled up at her, feeling that the nature of their relationship had finally been established as allies. Family, in Ashen's case. Drethiel never had family, but he figured it to be a synonym for allies or friends in some sense.
She had his trust, and he had hers. While extremely useful and convenient for the impious angel, it was also a pleasant change in his life. Ashen brought consistency to his existence, as did staying in Wildgard for as long as he planned to.
"I won't betray you. You have my word." Drethiel spoke the complete truth with genuine feeling - a privileged action reserved for those who were important to him. "You really should stop crying though. Everything is fine." He offered her a portion of his cloak to dry her eyes. "I'm actively trying not to freeze those, so I think it would be better to remove the issue at it's origin."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 15, 2014 0:13:07 GMT -6
"yes I agree, I really should shouldn't I? gods I have been crying a lot as of late. my mother would have....well she wouldn't have been happy about it that's for sure." Banishing the thoughts and memories of her mother she accepted Dreth's act of kindness, drying her tears.
"sorry its just been so long sense I had a feeling of trust. most of my Members have fled, or died. as you can see....its only me running this whole house by myself, its just a wonderful change to have an ally. Even Fallen was a new addition only a few days before yourself." Ashen smiled looking up at him. eyes still red from tears but face still dry, her tears had finally listened to her and stopped.
"would you like to be an honorary member of the Silver Scale dreth? you can come and go as you please, all I ask is you be my ally and keep my People safe. this would be your safe heaven, from heat when summer comes or any enemy, when one silver scale is targeted. all are. we are a family and we help each other. I know you need to do your thing, but this is why I would like to make you Honorary. so you can still do as you please, with only one rule. I would also make the Water area bigger for you." she said still with a smile, hoping inside he would say yes.
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Post by Drethiel on May 18, 2014 8:36:17 GMT -6
"An honorary member, hmm?" Dreth pondered the title. This was the first time someone had offered him a place to belong, knowing very well his true self. Ashen was genuine, and if he didn't take the opportunity of shelter now, he may not have one again for a long, long time. I'm sure abstaining from targeting anyone here is possible. I do have self control, after all. Drethiel snickered, and then spoke up. "Well, I wouldn't mind staying for a while. Settling here for a longer period of time is a nice change of pace for myself." He was used to moving around frequently, either within a vessel, without one, or through possession. Some of the things he did just didn't seem to go unnoticed by people of a sharper mind, and rather than start all over again with a new body, running was the better option.
"I'll take up your offer. I'll consider you and the Silver Scale to be aside from Wildgard, and keep you uninvolved in my business as much as I can. I appreciate a place to hide when things get ugly." Or too warm. Drethiel nearly scowled at the thought of Summer weather that would eventually haunt the land.
"There is one thing I can do in return, though. Seeing as we had our...incident earlier." He frowned, and looked up at her. "Surely you were overtaken, and that was a bit of a close call. But I can assure you right now, as you know - that's not the extent of how far it will drive you. What you have afflicting you is dangerous, possibly lethal, and if you care about everyone you hold up here, I suggest you have something to counteract it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "There's something I can do. Not right away, but in time. In the meantime, I'll pass something along to you that should help. Though, I will need to leave town for a bit in order to have it created. I won't be gone for more than a day or two." He closed his eyes and smiled. "I've an acquaintance that owes me a favor. They'll assist in its creation."
He took one of her hands in his. "It will be a ring. You must wear it at all times. It should keep you from tipping over the edge..." He thought back to the room in the basement, and his previous wounds. She was capable of much, much more than that. "It's not often that I actually do favors for others in order to benefit them - but you've already done that for me. Consider this an anomaly in my personality, but don't see me as a stranger." He let go of her hand and smirked up at her, then stretched out, rotating his neck once. This body had some kinks in it after inhabiting it for so long, and it was important that he kept it in proper shape.
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