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Aplos Riverside
Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
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Her body could not completely make up its mind. The pain would be dull, and then would grow like a stormcloud in the distant sky...looming ahead, still quite there and yet the worst of it had yet to come. Thunder lulls softly, but this pain is just fortelling. Among the thunder of her own pain, she heard the voice of her angel once more, it is harsh and rushed, but Andromed barely paid any attention to it. She so desperately wanted any sort of kindness from another, anything to give her hope, that she wasn't left behind to suffer instead of given a swift death by falling sky. Yes, those left must have been meant to suffer. Her twisted mind had already decided this must be do, for why would the things pure and innocent be killed, while the sinful and disobident like herself live? Andromeda was so saint. She was a traitor, she abandoned her own blood and it would forever taint her soul. Azrael's harshness could never come close to what she had done to herself. It was amazing, really, how Andromeda's birth pack had control over her even with such distance. She had run from the society she loathed and yet her mind was still swarmed with their ideals, her mind felt the guilt she should feel from their cultural standpoint. Her mind could feel the grip that her ancestors held on her throat and she could feel as if she could choke at any moment. Andromeda began to gasp for air, but right in that moment, a warmness flowed over it. It was a feeling the black could girl not describe. Her eyes were still closed, her world in darkness and yet this gentle feeling pryed the grimy jaws of her ancestors from her, this warm light and energy so pure freed her from herself and it was suddenly so nice. Andromeda could feel this energy surround her, and nothing had ever felt so right before. In this world where Andromeda was meant to suffer for her sin, an angel had forgiven her, and an angel was to give her comfort. The star-crowned girl pushed herself closer to this warmness, this heavenly glow, this bliss that was envolping her body. It was as if this energy knew what she needed in this moment, knew how to heal her and ease her mind. She was still not completely there, not at all herself for she was still in this mysterious dream world, but it was turning into a kinder world than before. She whispered, nothing real coming from her dark lips as she continued to be overwhelmed by this shimmering glow that became apart of her. A vibration tremors through Andromeda's body, and it is like existance itself is speaking to her. Carefully melodies are carried through the air, and yet, she could feel these very melodies pulse through her body to her core. This disembodied voice, one that hung in the void between reality and dreams, it was so perfect, just as the deities intended. It was lose to the pleasant warmness that had enveloped and encased her, but even though this song the voice sings places his notes carefully, the message is not completely recieved by the dream phased girl. Only a few of the glorious sounds had a given meaning, happy, something she had known only a short period on her six year life, and yet this word happy, she could use it to describe this energy. Your new Guardian. His name did not register, nor did Angel Price, for Andromeda knew not what angels were, nor did she know she had gained one this day. She did, however, understand that this energy was to now be her guardian, it was to be here forever and always, and her suffering was to end. A soft whine flowed from her very soul as her head moved closer to this guardian. She had yet to realize he lay next to her, and she had yet to realize it was he that was this warm energy that encased her very soul. In her mind Azrael was a being of light, a being different from the others, and with what Rosco had taught her she knew this feeling that he brought her was beyond the senses of the eyes. She had moved in closer to his body with hers, her head had moved to his front legs. Something inside of her drove her to open her eyes again, and she did so slowly, but it did not change the fact that she was still in a dream like state. Her yellows saw only dirt and fur, it seemed complettely abstract and made little sense. Once again she closed them, prefering to feel this energy and not to look for it. Time did not register as it normally would and she knew not how long she lay silent, though it wasn't too terribly long for Azrael. "Guardian...so warm," she said and she followed the feeling, the physical feeling of body against body, following the heat his body gave off, her face coming in to bury into whatever was closet. "Guardian...I wish to be closer," she said in a haunting whisper. She knew not how she could get closer to this Guardian, but she would try, but she would need this Guardian to do the same. She wished she could make the dirt under her paws disappear, she wish it was this energy that waas under her, beside her, above her, all around. It was a feat seemingly impossible, Andromeda had spent so many years sleeping to herself she knew not how two wolves could hold each other, but maybe this Guardian could show her the way, as she would do anything to make this feeling engulf her completely. Six Years - Loved by None - Followed by Azrael |