As things move forward on Jennidia. Life is also set back. She has noticed her actions are beginning to slow as she feels weakened. She does not know why, but her light is shinning brighter. Brighter then usual. Awaiting on her wedding day, she losses thought as a strange feeling of sadness fills her heart. Speaking to the Arch Oracle of her wedding day she had to rest. Sitting on the step of the alter. Short of breath a panic fills her. Thinking back on the last night that she saw her friend a groan fills her mind. She lets it slip from her as she pushes it back. Asking the Arch Oracle she pleads to move forward with the plans. Making it only 3 days from this night. Not a question was asked, she pushes on. Making plans and working forward through her thoughts.
The Arch Oracle is so pleased with her advancements that he had a set of rings made for her and her betrothed. As she places it on her finger to see if it fits, a dove flutter down handing her a piece of parchment. It was from her long lost friend. Her heart sinks as he tells her that he misses her. She feels horrible that he still is longing for her. She sends him a scroll back explaining that she has been asked to marry. Feeling horrible she goes to the house her and her dearest had made a home. She sits looking into the flames imagining walking among hell with her brother. Knowing that the "Morning Star" will great her with open arms. Shaking her head of the thoughts in her mind, she hears a scratching. Opening the door a dove flutter in looking a bit damaged and dark. She watches it behavior as she takes the parchment from it's clutches. Inside is a small paragraph. Horrid things cross her mind as she hears of her friend changing his course to his uncles.
Fear sticks her heart as he ask for his home to be empty on his return and picking up a knife from his uncle. A heart turning to ash and lost evil to renew. Grabbing her heart she falls to the floor. Passing out from the thoughts and the fear of his safety. Laying there till night she awakes to a friend of her, and her friend that she missed more then ever spoke softly. "M'lady...Jennidia..You.. you must run. He is coming for you. HE IS COMING TO KILL YOU" She quickly stands looking in the empty room wondering were this man went. Grabbing her armor she quickly moves to the door holding her staff firm. Making her way to the tower she stands in the courtyard. Holding firm to her stance watching the skies. As she watches her fae fall from it. A knife is held fast. Pain and hate is in his eyes. She hold her ground and fills with hate and rage. Screaming she lets him know she is not going to back down. He keeps his flight and hovers lightly. Watching her he storms off with a growl, and scream of hate.
Screaming after him to come back and face her she feels herself crying. "WHAT THE HELL" her body is falling apart and she does not know why. Her emotions are flaring and her body is squirming in it's skin. Why is not able to hold herself together. She is so enraged that she locks herself in the dungeon and sits down to think against the cold stone. Her stomach tighten lightly as she hears a familiar voice. Her betrothed is calling to her and asking her to come out. She explains to him that she does not want to hurt her friend. He tells her that she will not have to fear that for he will do it for her. She steps out of the dungeon as he draws his sword watching the skies. They quickly make it to the temple and speak with the Arch Oracle of future plans.
He speaks to her betrothed of future things as she begins to feel dizzy and leans against the alter. Her betrothed noticing he leads her to a seat. Making sure she is well before he continues on. After everything is situated he retired lightly bowing to her with grace. Wishing her safety among the safety of the temple. Tired she passes out in the chair curling up in a tight ball.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Light of An Angel
Wondering with Odin, and speaking of her pain of mankind, and the blood shed of loved ones. He looked at her through his one good eye, and laughed a hearty laugh. "Well Jennidia I must teach you the greatest lesson of all." smiling he brings down a great thunders crash and lands the spell across her back. Cutting away her wings. Nothing left but a few pieces of wing, and feather surrounding her, she looks into Odin face, and silently ask "WHY!" Again he laughs a hearty laugh. "Oh child I mean you no harm. You must find your way....Among man. Find your heart and stop sulking in my presence. You are here to learn not to pout." Nodding she wonder through the woods. Seeing a man wondering and she thinks to stop and speak to him. Gently wondering over she realizes it is the same man that meet her the other day. Same green armor moving in the light. Shinning like a sea of Emeralds. Such a beautiful human, she pondered.
Walks over to him and makes herself known. He smiles as he turns to her. Bowing as if she was royalty she blushes and is not sure what to think. He speaks of hunting, and taking time away from his duties in his land. He too it seemed was on vacation to teach himself humility. She listened in wonder of how he spoke the distaste for mankind, and the love of the nature around them. She was in full awe of his beauty, and could not truly speak much to him. She just sat and listened to this man.
After a while the sun began to set and she realized he was watching her. He took her hand in his, and asked to see her again. She did not know what to say so she did not respond. He looked at her deeply and his spoke his words, like a command telling her mind to obey. She nodded gracefully to his plea. He turned sheathed his sword to his back, and wondered off with great strides. She watches him leave with great interest wondering if she was betraying her friends.
Sat pondering the words of Odin, and watches the sun fully set with the hughes of purple and deep blue streak the sky. Laying down on the stump she fantasies a life away from pain, and hate and finds herself in deep sleep, dreaming of screams from Algarond, and hate from her brother. Screaming at her in pain for her hand.
Waking up screaming she sits back up atop the stump to find the man staring at his with interest. She opens her mouth but no words escaped. "Greetings M'Lady", he spoke with great care and concern. "She watched him and moved to a more suitable position. He again bowed to her, and sat across from her starting a fire, and offering her his catch from earlier. Feeling a great pain in her stomach she takes his offer. Peering down on it, she smell and aroma that caught her appeal. Watching her with a smile he does not know what to make of her. As she tears into the flesh of the meal, he begins to speak to her of his travels, and why he was wondering in the woods. Of his noble blood, and never once truly asking her of herself. Which she actually enjoyed for she did not wish to explain of gods, and angelic beings.
He looked at her and grabbed her hand. "Please...dance with me" he spoke in a kind and gentle voice. Aghast she follows his lead. He quickly sweeps her off her feet and moves her through the forest dancing with her along the lining of the river bank. He hums a tune to their step as he looks into her eye not saying a word. She feels her stubs of wings touch his arm through her words, and she blushes. Hoping he did not notice.
As a while went on he took her hand and lead her through the forest. Still no words were exchanged. Stopping under a large tree he stops. Turning to look at her he lightly touches her face. Blushing she does not move. Body rigged she does not know what to do. Feeling a friend in a distant land tugging at her heart she tried to forget her past as she stares into her future. The gentleman leans in and lightly kisses her forehead and smiles. Staring blankly at him, she is lost for words. Such chivalric nature she is beside herself. He hears a birds cry and his once gentle face turned saddened. "M'Lady...please be here when I return I must go" letting go of her hand he quickly disappears into the woods. She smiles as she knows she will never see him again. She wonders back into the clearing were Odin awaited her. He was smiling as she entered. She looked at him not sure of his smile, but knows that soon she will be returning home.
Speaking to him of the gentleman in the woods, and asking about her wings. He shakes his head and smiles. "Nay Jennidia not today." Bewildered, she sighs knowing Odin and that he has an interesting sense of knowledge.
The next morning she set out home for Algarond. Walking through the town, she looks for better robes and something more suitable for a human. Wondering around she enters the fortress and sees her Simbul sitting atop her thrown. She smiles not knowing if she knows her. She steps off into the back and finds herself wondering through the fortress getting lost in corridors and winding staircases. Finally after getting lost, she moves to the large tree in the base of town. Standing before it her mind wonders back to the kiss under the tree in the forest. Smiling to herself she lightly ran her thoughts over his features. Such a young and interesting boy. Barely 19 she was not sure if she would have been so inclined to know such a young boy, but her heart felt a small flutter as she imagined his eyes.
A hand touches her and wraps inside her fingertips as a soft voice speak to her. "Not the tree I asked but you are here none the less" turns around she finds the man standing before he. Blushing deeply she is beside herself. Wondering if he could see the thoughts that she was just seeing. He smiles down to her and again lightly kisses her on the forehead. Still blushing and lost for words she looks into his eyes. Finding herself opening her mind to him freely and feeling no shame with him. "I have heard that you serve in a temple M'lady" pointing down on her robes that she had yet had a chance to change. Smiling with a slight nod, she clasp her hands together. "Aye M'Lord I am the High Oracle of Evanie" she looks down and finds herself rolling over his armor and stopping at his chin. Holding her gaze there. He squeezes her hand to remind her that he is still holding hers, he pulls her closer and whispers in her ear. "Would it be rude to ask M'lady for another dance." shaking her head she steps into him lightly. He moves her along the stones of the town and past the people dancing with her. She smiles as everyone around her loses her vision. Watching them fade from her as she is lost in his grace, and humble manor. He keeps his look upon her not glancing once to look away. He moves her to a fountain and stops for a moment. "I have this for you" he says as he pulls a rose from the back of his shirt. A smiles fill her face. Laughing lightly to the quaint gesture.
Holding the rose to her, he sits next to her and looks yet again deep into her eyes. She does not know what to say. Frozen in his gaze. He leans down and lightly touches his lips to hers. A light moves through her, as she is lost in his embrace. A crash of lightly strickes her back as her wings unwind and fully form before her minds eye. Still pressed to his lips he does not move. Holding her close he does not glance up for falter in move.
He moves lightly back and looks into her eyes. He moves off of the seat next to her, and kneels before her. "M'lady may I have your hand." shaking she gives him her hand. "Jennidia...will you marry me?" Mind whirling she hears her name come forth from this man. Never had she given him her name and nor was he affected by her wings. "HOW?" How does he know so much of her. Were she would be, her home, her wings...Everything. She was lost, and unable to talk. The town noticing the ca motion they stand in aw of the Angels wings bearing before their eyes, and seeing a man kneeling before her with a ring in hand. "m'lord...I barely know you" he shakes his head. "Nay..you know me well" Looking into his eyes she senses a familiar form that she had not looked for. Unable to respond a silence falls. A woman in the crowed with long blond hair screams "SAY YES M'LADY" blushing she is lost in such a moment. She speaks without even knowing her words. "Y..yes m'lord" he places the ring on her finger and smiles.
Walks over to him and makes herself known. He smiles as he turns to her. Bowing as if she was royalty she blushes and is not sure what to think. He speaks of hunting, and taking time away from his duties in his land. He too it seemed was on vacation to teach himself humility. She listened in wonder of how he spoke the distaste for mankind, and the love of the nature around them. She was in full awe of his beauty, and could not truly speak much to him. She just sat and listened to this man.
After a while the sun began to set and she realized he was watching her. He took her hand in his, and asked to see her again. She did not know what to say so she did not respond. He looked at her deeply and his spoke his words, like a command telling her mind to obey. She nodded gracefully to his plea. He turned sheathed his sword to his back, and wondered off with great strides. She watches him leave with great interest wondering if she was betraying her friends.
Sat pondering the words of Odin, and watches the sun fully set with the hughes of purple and deep blue streak the sky. Laying down on the stump she fantasies a life away from pain, and hate and finds herself in deep sleep, dreaming of screams from Algarond, and hate from her brother. Screaming at her in pain for her hand.
Waking up screaming she sits back up atop the stump to find the man staring at his with interest. She opens her mouth but no words escaped. "Greetings M'Lady", he spoke with great care and concern. "She watched him and moved to a more suitable position. He again bowed to her, and sat across from her starting a fire, and offering her his catch from earlier. Feeling a great pain in her stomach she takes his offer. Peering down on it, she smell and aroma that caught her appeal. Watching her with a smile he does not know what to make of her. As she tears into the flesh of the meal, he begins to speak to her of his travels, and why he was wondering in the woods. Of his noble blood, and never once truly asking her of herself. Which she actually enjoyed for she did not wish to explain of gods, and angelic beings.
He looked at her and grabbed her hand. "Please...dance with me" he spoke in a kind and gentle voice. Aghast she follows his lead. He quickly sweeps her off her feet and moves her through the forest dancing with her along the lining of the river bank. He hums a tune to their step as he looks into her eye not saying a word. She feels her stubs of wings touch his arm through her words, and she blushes. Hoping he did not notice.
As a while went on he took her hand and lead her through the forest. Still no words were exchanged. Stopping under a large tree he stops. Turning to look at her he lightly touches her face. Blushing she does not move. Body rigged she does not know what to do. Feeling a friend in a distant land tugging at her heart she tried to forget her past as she stares into her future. The gentleman leans in and lightly kisses her forehead and smiles. Staring blankly at him, she is lost for words. Such chivalric nature she is beside herself. He hears a birds cry and his once gentle face turned saddened. "M'Lady...please be here when I return I must go" letting go of her hand he quickly disappears into the woods. She smiles as she knows she will never see him again. She wonders back into the clearing were Odin awaited her. He was smiling as she entered. She looked at him not sure of his smile, but knows that soon she will be returning home.
Speaking to him of the gentleman in the woods, and asking about her wings. He shakes his head and smiles. "Nay Jennidia not today." Bewildered, she sighs knowing Odin and that he has an interesting sense of knowledge.
The next morning she set out home for Algarond. Walking through the town, she looks for better robes and something more suitable for a human. Wondering around she enters the fortress and sees her Simbul sitting atop her thrown. She smiles not knowing if she knows her. She steps off into the back and finds herself wondering through the fortress getting lost in corridors and winding staircases. Finally after getting lost, she moves to the large tree in the base of town. Standing before it her mind wonders back to the kiss under the tree in the forest. Smiling to herself she lightly ran her thoughts over his features. Such a young and interesting boy. Barely 19 she was not sure if she would have been so inclined to know such a young boy, but her heart felt a small flutter as she imagined his eyes.
A hand touches her and wraps inside her fingertips as a soft voice speak to her. "Not the tree I asked but you are here none the less" turns around she finds the man standing before he. Blushing deeply she is beside herself. Wondering if he could see the thoughts that she was just seeing. He smiles down to her and again lightly kisses her on the forehead. Still blushing and lost for words she looks into his eyes. Finding herself opening her mind to him freely and feeling no shame with him. "I have heard that you serve in a temple M'lady" pointing down on her robes that she had yet had a chance to change. Smiling with a slight nod, she clasp her hands together. "Aye M'Lord I am the High Oracle of Evanie" she looks down and finds herself rolling over his armor and stopping at his chin. Holding her gaze there. He squeezes her hand to remind her that he is still holding hers, he pulls her closer and whispers in her ear. "Would it be rude to ask M'lady for another dance." shaking her head she steps into him lightly. He moves her along the stones of the town and past the people dancing with her. She smiles as everyone around her loses her vision. Watching them fade from her as she is lost in his grace, and humble manor. He keeps his look upon her not glancing once to look away. He moves her to a fountain and stops for a moment. "I have this for you" he says as he pulls a rose from the back of his shirt. A smiles fill her face. Laughing lightly to the quaint gesture.
Holding the rose to her, he sits next to her and looks yet again deep into her eyes. She does not know what to say. Frozen in his gaze. He leans down and lightly touches his lips to hers. A light moves through her, as she is lost in his embrace. A crash of lightly strickes her back as her wings unwind and fully form before her minds eye. Still pressed to his lips he does not move. Holding her close he does not glance up for falter in move.
He moves lightly back and looks into her eyes. He moves off of the seat next to her, and kneels before her. "M'lady may I have your hand." shaking she gives him her hand. "Jennidia...will you marry me?" Mind whirling she hears her name come forth from this man. Never had she given him her name and nor was he affected by her wings. "HOW?" How does he know so much of her. Were she would be, her home, her wings...Everything. She was lost, and unable to talk. The town noticing the ca motion they stand in aw of the Angels wings bearing before their eyes, and seeing a man kneeling before her with a ring in hand. "m'lord...I barely know you" he shakes his head. "Nay..you know me well" Looking into his eyes she senses a familiar form that she had not looked for. Unable to respond a silence falls. A woman in the crowed with long blond hair screams "SAY YES M'LADY" blushing she is lost in such a moment. She speaks without even knowing her words. "Y..yes m'lord" he places the ring on her finger and smiles.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tides Of Algarond
As she works to bring peace to the land, she too decides to leave for a bit. A new embrace of time, and solitude to think of the things she has learned. Before she goes she learns of the Arch Oracle leaving the seat of Avarnie for a bit, and has appointed her the new High Oracle. A day of silence fell over the land as this was a sad day, but a cry of faith poured out to welcome the new honor laid upon her. She knelt before the golden alter and poured out her heart to heal the wound of others with the winds of Avarnie. The Phoenix Goddess. As she wonders through her land full of responsibility and grief of her friends departed a man stands before her by the great tree offering friendship. He is human but he look elven. He has long flowing white hair, and a beautiful emerald armor. He is the royal son of a great king far away. He too does not find much care in humanity but he does seem to understand her lose or need to depart from this world. He offers is service to her, but she is not yet sure of this gentleman for he is very strange in nature. Very withdrawn from reality. Before she leaves she hears of a great battle about to begin against a mage. She feels she must help but hears the cry of Odin as he descends to earth to continue her training.
Ruins in hand she leave to a land called Gaia Rising. As she sheds a tear for her land she is awakened in a new on.
Ruins in hand she leave to a land called Gaia Rising. As she sheds a tear for her land she is awakened in a new on.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Angel vs. Demon
As things may seem this angel is kind and just, Yet through her role she is forced with having to speak with the Leader of Hell. Her job is to transport souls to Heaven to be tried and then lowered to were they are sentenced. May it be Heaven, Hell, or even reincarnation. As her job moves closer to the flames of hell, she has struck the fancy of the greatest demon of all. He wishes to know her for what she is, but she is strong willed and will not be tempted. So he places a curse upon her head. He knows he can not touch her in Heaven, and nor can any man. So he sentences her to stay or all of Algarond will fall. She is heart broken over a lost love as she mourns his death. Mankind losses it's will to care. So she breaks under the pressure and ascends to heaven awaiting the sins to unfold. Her friends visit her as the gates to Heaven are open.
As she lays to sleep upon her clouds she hears a faint sound calling to her. It is her love that she has lost. He is confused, and needs guidance. She goes to him hoping to find the man that she lost. But it is dark, and he is barely seen through the shrouds of darkness. She calls to him, and he answers. He speaks of a slumber that he could not wake from. She tells him that he has been lost. He is confused and finds that he must get answers. He tells her that he will not return until he does. Tears fill her, as she watches him leave. Knowing that she may never see him again. For the light of truth holds no lies. She lays her broken heart to rest and finds another man calls to her. But through her pain she is unable to answer. She holds herself and falls gently asleep.
The next morning a Dove comes to her with a scroll. It explains that another man in her life is also leaving. She does not know why, but is heart felt, and saddened. She reads with pain as he talks of leaving her his home along with a few friends as he wonders the earth in search of his answers. Again another being not sure of his future.
A great sigh is formed as her heart is once again heavy with grief, and finds her self wondering to the house that held only a few memories. But they were deep enough to move her. She stared at the bare floors and saw a single rose waiting for her by the fire place. As her friends made hast to do his farewell wishes, she found herself wondering behind. Standing gently and feeling grieved. She felt like she lost a part of herself, as she stood on the porch of that vast home. She said a small prayer for his safe journey, and his return. Holding the note and the rose close to her.
As she lays to sleep upon her clouds she hears a faint sound calling to her. It is her love that she has lost. He is confused, and needs guidance. She goes to him hoping to find the man that she lost. But it is dark, and he is barely seen through the shrouds of darkness. She calls to him, and he answers. He speaks of a slumber that he could not wake from. She tells him that he has been lost. He is confused and finds that he must get answers. He tells her that he will not return until he does. Tears fill her, as she watches him leave. Knowing that she may never see him again. For the light of truth holds no lies. She lays her broken heart to rest and finds another man calls to her. But through her pain she is unable to answer. She holds herself and falls gently asleep.
The next morning a Dove comes to her with a scroll. It explains that another man in her life is also leaving. She does not know why, but is heart felt, and saddened. She reads with pain as he talks of leaving her his home along with a few friends as he wonders the earth in search of his answers. Again another being not sure of his future.
A great sigh is formed as her heart is once again heavy with grief, and finds her self wondering to the house that held only a few memories. But they were deep enough to move her. She stared at the bare floors and saw a single rose waiting for her by the fire place. As her friends made hast to do his farewell wishes, she found herself wondering behind. Standing gently and feeling grieved. She felt like she lost a part of herself, as she stood on the porch of that vast home. She said a small prayer for his safe journey, and his return. Holding the note and the rose close to her.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Shrouded Colors ~Angel Verson~
First blog is going to be very different then most. I am going to try to get everyone up to speed on how things are going with that Jennidia in Algarond. I need to do a background story but I am exhausted so I figure I will just start with a daily update with her. A lot has happened outside of Algarond, and will continue to do so. She is learning new things from a new friend of language life, and enlightenment. He is very kind, and will continue to be in her life outside of Algarond. A few things after that has taken place and I will not release certain things til consent from other players. Most likely names will not be released as well, but Races, Genders, and other things will be open. As of right now Jennidia is laying in heaven getting some sleep after her wonderful encounter with a Vampire Elf, which she has never seen before. She gave a rose to the lady, and finds that she will meet her again. Her markings are beginning to show since she became an Oracle at the Temple of Evanie. She plans to make many things happen inside that gracious place.
Tomorrow she plans on making a trip to the temple of Bast to apologize for some mishaps that happened the other day. Her role right now is to contemplate friendship, future turn of events, a lot of scrolls that need to be written, and a lost man out in sea. Praying she will see him again to speak with him of matters that are of great importance. A small Drow child has caught her eyes, and she continues to keep and eye on him. Making sure that his cavern is dry and well. He has long white hair, and beautiful red, and black wings, that is twice his size. She is finding again fellowship with her brothers and sisters. Broad to stand by them again as the Angel of Song.
As things go on, she will progress her training, and learn to respond to humanity to the fullest, and vows to continue to keep her purity as long as she can. Two men fight for a right she does not have the ability to commend. As she learns of humanity she finds herself losing the touch of the clouds beneath her feet. Prays that soon she will ascend again to her new stature. Graciously awaiting province and charity to the ones around her.
Tomorrow she plans on making a trip to the temple of Bast to apologize for some mishaps that happened the other day. Her role right now is to contemplate friendship, future turn of events, a lot of scrolls that need to be written, and a lost man out in sea. Praying she will see him again to speak with him of matters that are of great importance. A small Drow child has caught her eyes, and she continues to keep and eye on him. Making sure that his cavern is dry and well. He has long white hair, and beautiful red, and black wings, that is twice his size. She is finding again fellowship with her brothers and sisters. Broad to stand by them again as the Angel of Song.
As things go on, she will progress her training, and learn to respond to humanity to the fullest, and vows to continue to keep her purity as long as she can. Two men fight for a right she does not have the ability to commend. As she learns of humanity she finds herself losing the touch of the clouds beneath her feet. Prays that soon she will ascend again to her new stature. Graciously awaiting province and charity to the ones around her.
Character Sheet
Jennidia's Angelic Form
Greeting and Blessings to all who find this. This is a profile or Book of Shadows as you will call this, of a very intriguing angelic, demonic, pagan, nekko, leopard, Succubus you will probably ever come across. This is a beginning to a very long story. As this character grows so will these blogs. I will worn you. This character has some R rated responses, and ooc memory input. This is a place to find who is truly apart of the mask, and how she has come to pass into a world of wonders, darkness, war, love, hate, passion, innocence, denial, and faith.
Jennidia Hellmann
Race: Many
Main: Angel
Secondary: Leopard
Third: Succubus
Forth: Nekko
Sixth: Demonic
Ageless as Time
Creator: Camael 7th Arch Angel
Define. One who know the voice of GOD, and is the angel of love.
Career: Oracle, Mage
Worship: Many Gods
Trained: Taught by Odin and graced by mankin emotion.
This creature has many faces for her mind is riddled with force of light, and darkness, shadows, and natural defiance. Follower of Shaman and pagan ways. Folklore is this creatures lining.
Angel form is a form of Aphrodite herself, found to be haunted by the joys of man, yet untamed, and pure. Possession of a jealous Goddess named Lilith. Able to leave her form to wander in wisp. Can be seen with a halo and swirly orbs floating above her. Greek attire, she forms herself with golden hair, and blueish lavender eyes.
"Will add more in time"
Greeting and Blessings to all who find this. This is a profile or Book of Shadows as you will call this, of a very intriguing angelic, demonic, pagan, nekko, leopard, Succubus you will probably ever come across. This is a beginning to a very long story. As this character grows so will these blogs. I will worn you. This character has some R rated responses, and ooc memory input. This is a place to find who is truly apart of the mask, and how she has come to pass into a world of wonders, darkness, war, love, hate, passion, innocence, denial, and faith.
Jennidia Hellmann
Race: Many
Main: Angel
Secondary: Leopard
Third: Succubus
Forth: Nekko
Sixth: Demonic
Ageless as Time
Creator: Camael 7th Arch Angel
Define. One who know the voice of GOD, and is the angel of love.
Career: Oracle, Mage
Worship: Many Gods
Trained: Taught by Odin and graced by mankin emotion.
This creature has many faces for her mind is riddled with force of light, and darkness, shadows, and natural defiance. Follower of Shaman and pagan ways. Folklore is this creatures lining.
Angel form is a form of Aphrodite herself, found to be haunted by the joys of man, yet untamed, and pure. Possession of a jealous Goddess named Lilith. Able to leave her form to wander in wisp. Can be seen with a halo and swirly orbs floating above her. Greek attire, she forms herself with golden hair, and blueish lavender eyes.
"Will add more in time"
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