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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:08 pm
 The church has always been a place for salvation and peace, where you can offer your prayers up to god in hopes of them being answered. But to one young boy it is nothing but a cage, a Boy named Azra who has been locked within the confines of the church for three years now. He is of course no normal boy, but a angel with beautiful white wings which remain chained closed so he would be unable to escape..that is they were chained until a young new priest learned of him and took off the chains to inspect his lovely white wings. Azra however took this chance to escape from the church. Still seeing as he hadn't flown for so long his wings were weak and in the end the boy ended up in a city, landing in an alleyway and collapsing....his fate left to whomever discovers him first.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:14 pm
 Name: Azra Species: Angel Age: About 18 or 19 Personality: Naive, sweet, caring, peppy, timid at first, clingy, dependent, faithful. Likes: Sweets, music, birds, nature, freedom Dislikes: Chains, bitter food, cages, being confined, small rooms.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:20 pm
 Name: Walter Veretti Age: 21 Religion: Ehh no such thin of heaven or hell! Personality: A loof and uncaring most of the time, he can be cold and inconsiderate but mostly he just doesn't care about a lot of things. Likes: Silence, dark rooms, rum, letting off some steam Dislikes: Annoying and stupid people, over abundance of innocence and weak people.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:33 pm
 Silver, almost translucent eyes stared forward in a daze, large white wings dragging behind the gray haired males frail body. It was noisy....and the air wreaked of pollution. It'd been so long since he'd been free, and now he found himself weak and exhausted, collapsing in an alleyway. He was tired and hungry and sore...the list goes on, but that didn't matter. He was free...for now at least. His eyelids felt heavy and he found himself drifting off to sleep, his body and wings especially heavy. Soon he found himself losing consciousness, was this as far as he would be able to get? He had no chance of running if the church found him again. Whats more is that if it wasn't the church who was to say he wouldn't be caught by someone even worse? All he could do was pray for the best. The young priest who let him go would be in trouble, but that wasn't his problem anymore. No, he had to stay away from the church, at least until he could figure out why god had sent him here.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:42 pm
Today was a boring day just like every other. Walter had just walked out of a bar and he was drunk as s**t. He stumbled about for a bit and finally stumbled into an alley way where he spotted some wings by a dumpster and of course he was curious to see what it was. So, Walter walked over to see what appeared to be a man...but...with wings? Damn, he really was drunk! He couldn't help but laugh loudly and he figured he could take this thing and keep it in his house till he sobered up and see what it really was. So, he reached out and picked him up, hauling him over his shoulder then he headed toward his apartment though he went through alley ways so that no one could see his prized possession that he found.
It didn't take him long to reach his apartment and so when he walked in he tossed the 'angel' onto his couch before stumbling over to the arm chair where he collapsed and finally passed out from being wasted.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:52 pm
Azra wasn't sure where he was, but whatever he was on...was soft. Had the church found him again? No, his wings weren't confined. Silver eyes slowly cracked open, revealing a very unfamiliar landscape. To add to it there was a very unfamiliar man sitting in an arm chair not too far away. Biting his bottom lip the boy attempted to sit up....buuuuuut, with his wings being so big he ended up knocking a few things down first. Nothing breakable it would seem, papers...stuff like that. Azra found himself cringing at the sound it made, his translucent eyes darting to the sleeping male who he figured wouldn't be sleeping for much longer. He must have brought him here, but the fact that he wasn't completely tied up was a very comforting fact. He pulled his white wings tightly against his back, he really needed to learn how to hide them. Some angels could, hide them from the sight of humans, but only humans who have never seen them before. For those who've seen them they'll always be visible... It was just one of those things.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:32 pm
Sleep, sleep was always good and always helped one become sober. Walter wasn't ready to get up yet but the fact that he was sleeping in an uncomfortable position made him crack his eyes open a bit, ready to get up and pass out on his bed instead. Though he slowly began to fall asleep, the only thing that made him actually wake up was the sound of things falling onto the floor. Walter realized then that he had brought someone...or something home. A bird right? He sat up and opened his yes before now staring at some guy on his bed. The odd thing was that this guy had wings...wings?! "Man...I'm still ******** up.." he muttered as he stood up and slowly walked over to the boy.
His head ache was hurting like a b***h but nonetheless he reached down and pulled the boy to his feet. He then simply turned him around and began to yank at his wings. "Halloween is over you know..what the hell you wearing wings for?
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:41 pm
Azra gasped as he was pulled up ad turned around, yelping when his overly sensitive wings were tugged at, big translucent eyes getting a bit watery as he suddenly stretched his wings out to bat the man away, before he turned to face the male so he could pull at them again. "Stop that, they aren't costume wings!" He snapped quietly, reaching out quickly to touch the males forehead, which would have instantly clear the pain away seeing as he'd taken notice of the males pain. Yes, he helped someone when even the other person had inflicted harm upon him. "So it's not exactly like i can take them off" He muttered as he stretched his wings a bit, folding them around himself so he could rub them gingerly, trying to make the sting from the male pulling at them fade. "That hurt" He whimpered softly under his breath, not used to people tugging at his wings like that. At least they weren't still chained...that had been a bit painful too, especially when he tried to shift them. Metal wasn't exactly a comfortable thing to have pressing against you all the time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:03 pm
When the boy opened his wings he stumbled back a bit and watched him. He couldn't help but flinch a bit when he touched his forehead. So, his wings were real and his head didn't hurt anyone. "What the flying ********> was the only thing he said as he took a couple more steps back. "What the hell are you? Some mutant or some s**t like that?" He wasn't too sure what to do or say from there as he ran his hands through his hair trying to understand if he was awake or asleep. Here was hoping he was still asleep because this s**t was too much at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:09 pm
Azra cocked his head to the side a bit, watching as the male stumbled away from him. He was sure he had taken the pain away so why did he act like a wounded animal? "Me? I'm a child of god. An angel as most humans call me. My name is Azra...." He voiced, finally letting his gaze wander the room which wasn't really small, but he still felt a bit cramped. Finally he brought bright eyes back to the still startled man "I'm sorry to impose, I was running from the church and seemed to run out of energy. I haven't flown for three years or so now." He added gently, shuddering at the thought of the church finding him. Suddenly he felt quite insecure and wrapped his wings around himself a bit tighter. "Can i hide here? If not then i'll go! I'm sorry. I shouldn't impose, but i can't go back." he rambled, feeling his own small frame tremble a bit. Where else could he go? People would react the same way as this man, if not worse.... Suddenly he knew just how trapped he really was and his big eyes began to water. "Why did god send me here" He whispered under his breath, feeling way too flustered by his own emotions. As an angel he was supposed to be tranquil, without a true gender. But when he was sent here he had become 'male' and human emotions had flooded him all at once...all in all he was almost like a child in his mentality.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:53 pm
Angel? This guy was just ******** with him right? Walter stood there quiet for a moment before laughing out and and sitting down to laugh some more. After a moment he calmed down and inhaled deeply before exhaling and sighing. "Man that's just total bull s**t. Don't sit there and start talking about Angel's and Gods, demons and Satan. That stuff isn't real!" he laughed again and shook his head. "Either you glued those wings on pretty good and lost your memory of putting them on or you were born with a weird a** deformity."
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 12:01 am
Azra was pulled away from his own thoughts when the male began to laugh and well...the angelic boy quickly grew irritated by it. "They are!" He stated boldly in his own defense, pulling at his shirt which had fine slits in it that weren't easily seen unless he moved his wings, which allowed him to pull off the garment and turn around. Azra then proceeded to stretch his wings out. "I took away your pain, I have wings, what else must i do to prove it?" He asked, suddenly feeling a bit frustrated. He'd never had to deal with someone who didn't believe him... "Angels aren't born. We're created by God for specific reasons....apparently mine has something to do with humans. " He stated as he turned around to face him again, not bothering to struggle to put his shirt back on. Another idea popped into the boys mind as he suddenly moved about, finding his way to the kitchen where he took a knife and proceeded to slice his own porcelain skin open with it, before he returned to where the male was and showed him the rather large wound. It hurt yes, but he didn't care since he wanted to get his point across. "Watch" He stated firmly as he held his other hand over the wound and muttered a few words. a soft glow surrounded the wound stopping it's blood flow, and in a matter of seconds the wound was stitching itself back up, leaving completely flawless skin where the wound had been. "I'm not crazy." He voiced, not liking the thought of being accused of being a crazy person. "Whats more is i'm being chased so..i'll ask again. Can I hide here? Or should i leave now..?" He asked a bit more sternly, though he probably just looked like a small frail boy with no where else to go to.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 12:06 am
Walter sat there and watched. When he saw the boy go and cut himself he though 'great, another emo b*****d to deal with' though when he watched him heal himself it was a bit...surprising. But did it make him believe that he was indeed and angel? No. In fact the fact that he was trying to convince him other wise began to piss him off. He stood up and suddenly put one hand around the boys neck and forced him to sit on the couch. He didn't choke him but his grasp around his neck was firm.
"Listen here, I don't care what you are but you're not some angel, there is NO God. So, the sooner you agree with me and say that their is no God then you can stay here, I don't give a s**t." And with those words he let the poor boy and turned, walking off and slamming his bedroom door shut.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 12:13 am
Azra flinched when he felt the males hand on his neck, the sudden pressure scaring him a bit as he fell back down onto the couch. No god? Not an angel? It would be blasphemy for him to even consider it. he would never agree to what the male had said, and that probably showed in his eyes. Azra watched him storm away, flinching again at the loud noise as the door was slammed shut. For a moment he sat there until he moved himself to the corner of the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest, letting his wings completely envelop him. Silver eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block the city noise from outside out. Perhaps the other hadn't noticed, but he was absolutely terrified and now that he was alone he let tears fall from his eyes. His thin frame shook from the silent sobs, and soon he found that his lungs were burning and his head aching from the stress.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 12:18 am
There was one point in his life when Walter believed in God and all that religious bull s**t. His parents were Catholic and took him to church every Sunday when he was a child. Of course certain events in his life had made him believe that there was no God or anything of that sort. He believed that once we died we died and there was nothing left. Only to be lost in eternal darkness or simply be reborn to another person with no recollection of what their past was. He had gone into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and even took a shower though it was a quick one. The shower was enough so that when he got out he had relaxed a bit and forgot everything that happened.
It was only when he walked out did he see the winged boy still there. "Still here I see..." Walter said as he walked into the kitchen and rummaged through his fridge before pulling out a box that held some left over Chinese food. He simply put it into the microwave and let it warm up before sitting down at the kitchen table and began to eat.
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