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Angel Tears, Gaea, and Trouble With Angels
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Date Posted: 21:10:10 09/14/01 Fri
In reply to:
The Devil's Smile
's message, "..Relenting not.." on 20:56:39 09/14/01 Fri
The fatale looks up, her emotionless gaze settling upon two figures in the distance. Struggles to her feet and moves towards them, her pate held low, tail clinging to her gut, and her tail matted. As she approaches them, she allows no cry of recongition to escape from vocal chords, she had known who she was approaching from the start, but instantly regrets coming to them. Distressed, yet unable to speak, unable to cease the battle that she feels will come, she finds a part of ground, gazing at them, and mentally praying that Gaea will come to her rescue.
Indeed, the leader of this vast terrain does come to the rescue, moving towards the trio with a graceful gate, Trouble With Angels not far behind. With a simple whisk of her tail, the sable bruja is sent to the aid of the emotionally torn youth, and the elder observes the two with annoyance clearly shown in orbs that usually contain gentleness. "How dare both of you? Can you not see that fighting will only make Angel Tears's condition worse?" She demands, her orbs turning into depthless pools of hate. "She has been like this ever since you," motions to Vertigo "disappeared, but it didn't help that you," is motioning at The Devil's Smile now, seeming to be growing more infuriated by the moment. "weren't around either." Snorts and turns to Angel Tears, who is now whining a low toned note, the female that once owned so much grace and beauty now a mere shadow that fears the sound her own paws make when they hit the ground.
Trouble With Angels's body stands protectively near the fatale, her tongue gently caressing her body. Angel Tears soon calms, and falls into a deep sleep. Satisified, the female turns to Gaea, awaiting further instruction.
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