. sorrowful . -- Joining

The sorrowful soul remained with her head tilted towards the ground, hands and arms held close to her chest, as if grasping some sort of necklace that wasn't there. And it did not take her long though, to feel the presense of the other with her, approaching her. Gradually, with a slacken pace, the light golden crown of the fae is lifted up little by little. Livid gaze dared to look up to see the form of the other feminine form, one that she had never seen before. But as slow as she was before, her response to the question poised at her came almost instantaniously. Shaking her head, more and more tears flowed from her eyes, hands grasping tighter to her chest.

I... I...

Her soft voice stuttered, line of sight averted away from the other, leaden pupils looking to the ground before her.

No... I've never been.

christianed

Serenity Angelmace

aged

900,783 years

gender

Feminine

what she is

A fallen angel from heaven, she is now supposably a demon after she lusted after a dark spirit. She has no powers, or so she thinks she doesn't. If she is pressured enough or anxious enough though, an ultraviolet ray of light will surround her as a sheild, protecting her from all harm.

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If I find any of my things stolen (html, picture or otherwise) or used without my permission, I will track you down, corner you in your room in the darkness of the midnight, press a yataghan against your throat, tell you to go fuck yourself, and that ravage your soul and offer the remains of your body to my dark lord and master. So stinkin' fuck off!