Footsteps could be heard coming down a stone path in this Sanctuary of the Angels. People looked up at her as she seemed to be caring a large wrapped cross object on her back. Over her shoulders was a black leather jacket that tucked her wings in so that they didn't cause to much distraction where ever she went. The young looking girl was wearing a black and red plaid skirt that came way up above her knees but still approval length to an elder along with a red shirt that tucked into her skirt. She nodded to some of the people as she came in. But it didn't seem as they were so friendly. She sighed some and shook her head. She wasn't here butt heads with anyone but at least they could be a little nice.
In the main little town she was it there were venders in the street trying to sell her things. Crosses and amulates of every kind. Without being rude she would shake her head no then bow to them and continue on. Almost all the way through the little city they did this to her. It was getting a bit annoying now. The little city was very beautiful. She could tell that angel's did actually dwell here. But none like her. She classified herself as an Angel...but her wings are black. She looks over her shoulder but remembered that she had hidden the faul things under her jacket and nodded. Better to keep it that way so no one would think she shouldn't be here.
She soon got out of the town and came to where she saw a couple of statues. Her parents didn't live long enough for her to actually know about the head angel's and the Goddess of Life so maybe now it was a good time to find out. Walking over to a tree she would lean the heavy cross against it then walk over to the status and look up. No one was here so maybe she could ask outloud. She stripped herself of her leather jacket and spread her wings. "Oh great ummm..."She sighed she didn't even know the names of the people. That was kind of sad. She stepped towards the statue again and just said it."Look I don't understand this but why am I the odd one out. Why do I have black wings....My parents were both angel's....why not I have the beautiful white wings.....the beautiful feathers...."She sighed and sat down on the stone ground once again. Would these beings actually answer her. She was talking to a statue for christ sake. "Yeah thanks for nothing.."She pulled her knees up to her chest and just leaned against one of the statues like it was a chair.
Sarain looked up, the blue sky filled with angels flying through the clouds. They glided through the air, there beautiful wings flapping in the wind. The bright sun was covered by clouds; a dark shadow covering the city as Sarain walked. He wore black clothing so he was harder to be seen, but instead it made him stand out against the white walls of the beautiful stone buildings and the hundreds of angels flying through the air and walking on the cobble stoned pathway. The smell of cleanliness made Sarain feel fresh and new, a change from the dirty streets of Lomedor. Who would have thought a target would be in a place like this.
Sarain ran the description of the angel through his head. He was told that she wasn't like the others, usually hiding her wings and carrying a cross on her shoulders. She was a druid, religiously inclined and disturbing the peace around Arda. The petitioner was a man that lived in Ondoland. He had met the angel once before and had become quite suspicious of her actions. He was a man who hated religion and hated Angels even more, thinking that they were a kind of demon that secretly wanted to destroy the world. Sarain as told that she was travelling to the Sanctuary of Angels so the spy had come here and hoped to find her, one way or the other.
Her name was Aydan Shonen, skilled in combat and quite intelligent considering her appearance. Her clothes were quite strange and she would be easy to spot amongst a city of angels dressed in white.
Maybe I should be changed before I proceed.
The thought had entered Sarains mind as soon as he saw the city on the horizon. All he saw was white and he had to blend in if he wanted to spy. He had learnt that from his Lupine soul father when he was thirteen years old. If he didn't blend in there was no point in hiding. The spy continued to walk, heading towards the market district. There had to be clothing there, even if there was a huge hole in the back for wings. He spent the walk observing the various angels that littered the path. They all looked the same, pale skin with beautiful hair and athletic builds. There was no such thing as a fat angel and sarain was quite entertained as he looked at the females. He made a conscious decision to come back here for a holiday one day.
The markets were bustling with life, bartering happening all around as he tried to find a clothes seller. There were angels trying to sell him crosses and amulets, desperate for a sail. He looked infront of him, the back of a female with a cross on her shoulder making sarain smile. He looked away and continued to search until he realized why he was in the Sanctuary. His eyes darted back towards the angel that looked nothing like an angel. She must have been a half-angel for her hair was red and her skin bronzed.
Damn, just my luck.
He didn't have a chance to find the appropriate clothes. He could have left her to look for clothes and find her later, but if that happened, he might miss something that would make the petitioner a happy man. His was good enough to follow her with the clothes he was wearing and not attract suspicion, but it was going to be much more of an effort. He followed her through the crowd, pretending to be a tourist browsing the stalls. She continued walking, heading away from the hustle and bustle of the city until she arrived at a pair of statues. Sarain pretended to be interested, going up to the statues, and kneeling. He was going to be a holy man today, just for the pay packet he was getting once he completed his mission.
Aydan still hadn't spotted him, Sarain sitting on the other side of the statues out of her range of sight. She thought that she was alone and the spy wanted to keep it that way. Her cross-sat against a tree as she began to talk to the statues. One of them appeared to be the goddess of life, a beautiful woman who knew everything and everyone. The other looked like an angel, probably there leader who was proud and noble. Sarain couldn't see the angel but he heard her take off the leather jacket that covered her wings, the feathers ruffling as she relaxed.
"Oh great ummm...Look I don't understand this but why am I the odd one out. Why do I have black wings...My parents were both angel's...why don't I have the beautiful white wings... the beautiful feathers..."
She sighed, sitting down as she asked the statues why she was different. Sarain didn't understand why he had to spy on an innocent angel who complained about her differences. She seemed like a girl who just wanted to be like the rest, not some religious prophet who wanted to lead the angels to destroy the other races of Arda.
"Yeah thanks for nothing.."
She was disappointed, wanting an answer straight away. Sarain doubted that she would get one, in fact, he knew that there was not going to be an answer. Everyone was different from the rest, no matter what your father and mother looked like. The spy waited for what Aydan would do. If this was all she was giving him, he would have to follow her for weeks. He wasn't looking forward to listening to her whining and complaining, but he had had much worse before. Once he had to follow a mourning woman for three months who cried everyday. She eventually killed herself, Sarain watching as she slit her throat with a dagger. Sarain was a skilled spy and he would do anything to find out the things his petitioner wanted to know. If he had to lie about her to get his money, he would do it a hundred times over.
(OOC: Please don't immediately think that you're being followed by a spy and attack me. It happens way too often and I have to keep reminding people that he's been a spy his whole life. Spies are trained not to get caught and Sarain doesn't get caught too often. All I'm saying is to be realistic with your RP decisions ^_^ )
Was it true? Were the great guardians not going to answer her question? As a child people made fun of her for having these features. For some reason though she felt as if being different might have been a way for her to grow and understand things better than others did. When she was just a baby her mother used to sing her an Angelic Lullaby. Suddenly out of no where while she had her knees pulled her chest and her head down a hum would excape through the tissue of her lips. It had been a while since she brought something like this up about her mother and father. Used to be she couldn't stand them, she thought that they had made her this way.
She pulled her bag from her back and stopped singing. She pulled her journal and magic quill out and smiled. It quickly jumped out of her hands and started dancing around of the stone path. She started laughing some then tried to grab it. But the quill itself was to fast for her."Hey no fair..."The quill pushed the journal open and began to write Friday at the top of the page where she left off last time.
Standing up she would dusted her bottom off then stepped around on the stone rode. The click of her heel could be heard just around where they were. She stretched her wings out then leaned back and popped her back some. When she stretched her wings about three of her black feathers dropped. Her gaze turned down towards them. She knelt down and picked them up. They were soft. She stepped over to the statue and placed one down infront of it, so if a high being did come they would know who she was and why she was there.
Reaching into her bag once again she would pull a box of matches out. Lighting one she would lay the feathers on the ground then light them on fire. The first one blew into flames but the other one took longer. She kneeled down and would watch them burn."Ashes to Ashes..."She looked at the statue."Thanks for nothing...."
The quill was writing down her actions and what she said. She stepped over to her journal and slammed it shut. The magic quill of hers quickly moved back as she did this and did a little sigh movement which was actually kind of cute. She could never get mad at the quill. Even though it was just an object she still thought of it as someone she could talk to because it wrote for her. She smiled then placed the quill in her bag along with the journal and the matches. She looked back and all that was left of her feathers was just the outline of embers she left behind.
She had already wasted enought time here. Placing her bag on her shoulder she would walk over to her cross and easily pick it up. It was heavy. Some guys that she used to know would try and flirt with her.They tried to pick it up and couldn't. Try carring it around all day. Before she forgot she put her cross back down and her bag and picked up her jacket. Once she did she felt a breeze on the air. Something wasn't right but she wasn't going to let a feeling spook her out. She shurged then pulled her bag back onto her shoulders and picked up her cross going back into the city to see what they actually had to offer.
Not long after leaving the statues was she in the town. She had not yet looked up to see the angels flying. When she did she was a bit amazed and a bit aggrivated. She then started to talk to herself out loud."Oh look at me I got white wings..."She shook her head and felt a jult in her bag. It was her quill. She smiled some then continued on.