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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 4:25 pm
 Leaves danced in the soft breeze of the clearing. They twisted and turned, dipped and glided. All forms of moves that anyone could imagin. Sitting in the very center of the clearing, was the dead man Ioriel. He could not see the leaves beautiful dance, but he could hear it. And it was a beautiful sound to his ears.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:11 am
Celeste walked through the lovely clearing feeling the breeze through his fur he sighed. It was such a peaceful day. Walking ahead he spotted a nice sitting place among many beautiful irises. He sat there for moments before looking up at the clouds. "What I'd give to be able to fly up there in the clouds." He murmured to himself. Even though he had wings he couldn't fly. Not since the accident.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:54 pm
Ioriel could hear someone else in the clearing. Their footsteps were like stomps to his heaghtened sense of sound. And their heartbeat was like a steadily beaten drum. He turned his head in the direction was coming from when he heard the Namir speak about flying.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:58 am
Celeste turned around and spotted a Namir looking at him and yet, not looking at him. He padded forward, his soft soft purple padds pounding lightly across the clearing. As he approached he realized that this Namir couldn't see. What a strange thing. He thought to himself. "Hi, I'm Celeste, who are you?" Celeste asked politely ruffling the feathers on his outstreched wings.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 12:36 pm
"I am Ioriel, the noble dead left to walk the Earth." His voice danced through the air like the wind itself, wringing with arrogance. The sound of ruffling reached his ears and his mind worked on trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:33 pm
Celeste cocked his head to a side registering what the Namir was trying to say. A dead man left on Earth? What in the world did that mean? Losing focus for a second he shook both wings furiously trying to get up in the air when one wing went smack against Ioriel's face. "Sorry!" He exclaimed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:25 pm
Shock was all that registered when the fur covered appendage smacked him in the face. His blindfold knocked askew from the impact. Before Celeste would be able to get a good look at his eyes, he quickly fixes it. He regarded Celeste with a new wariness, didn't take much to figure out what type of being had feathered wings.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:00 pm
Celeste watched curiously as the Namir quickly put his blindfold back on. What was behind them that was too secretive for Celeste to see?
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 3:29 pm
Ioriel guard went up, wary of this stranger with feathered wings. "Why is it that you are here?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:23 pm
Celeste was puzzeled by this question. He came and went as he pleased. Was it not the same for Ioriel? "Is there a reason I should be here?" He asked while cocking his head to a side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 9:36 am
"There is always a reason," said Ioriel, his voice mixing with the breeze that tussled his fur.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:12 pm
Celeste tried to remember why he had come here, but nothing seemed to spark in his mind. "Well... I was just wandering around when I saw this clearing." He said while looking up at the clouds.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:14 pm
Ioriel said nothing as he silently observed Celeste with all his other senses. After a few moments he asked,"What are you?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 4:49 pm
Celeste shrugged at the question. "I guess I'm an Angel." He replied looking over at his wings and feathered spine. Most Namir he met had spines there, not feathers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 4:47 pm
Ioriel frowned, he had thought as much. He slipped into his own thoughts as his guard went up even more.
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