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When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
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You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
You may have noticed that many details have been left off. This is because we want you to have plenty of freedom to develop the scene yourself. Consider time of day, weather, season, etc. when you post.
Ah, the shortcut. Elwryn had found it many weeks ago, when she'd learned that carrying a squirming toddler in a sling on your back whilst lugging groceries got a little old after four blocks or so. It cut straight through the heart of Durem, diving in from the edge of its market square, meandering through a few nice old neighborhoods and ending at a hole in a dilapidated brick structure she fondly referred to as 'the fence'.
Climbing through the large hole she wearily stomped across the lawn and to the front door of her house. It was a large, old brick building squatting conspiratorily between two empty lots, with The Fence in the back seperating it from the more well-to-do neighborhoods. The bottom floor was a shop that had formerly belonged to her aunt and uncle. They sold her the house when they aquired a place in the country.
As she went to unlock the door she noticed a few small feathers scattered over the porch and, following its trail, noted that it seemed to lead around to the back of the lot. Well I'll be damned, she thought irritatedly. She'd told Ziggy a hundred times how angry the Birdwatcher's Association of Durem had become when he killed and ate their favorite finch Wally but the cat-gone-rock-star just didn't seem to care.
She was going to investigate, but the sight of the door send Maria squirming and grunting for freedom, so she proceeded into the house instead. Leaving the toddler still strapped to her back (the best way she'd found to keep her out of trouble) she put up the grocieries, and, upon finishing that, made Maria's bottle and set her to bed.
Time to find that blasted cat, she thought to herself. Feeling a little peckish, she pulled out her guilty stash of gormet cheese (still in its attractive teal-and-red wrapping) and pocketed it. She'd snack once she found the little b*****d.
Minutes later she'd found Ziggy, but he wasn't in as high of spirits as she'd expected. Rather, the cat man was hiding under the couch, looking utterly spooked.
This didn't deter her anger in the slightest.
"ZIGGY GODDAMNIT, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU-" she paused. He was muttering something under his breath. El tilted her head to the side to catch it better.
"...told the batty old thing to move. I saw it. I saw a big goddamn bird tell her to move...And then it fell...it attacked me...Mmuuurrrr..." he buried his mullet-crowned head under his paws, flattening his ears against his skull.
"Where?" Elwryn prompted.
"Garden."
Shaking her head, she crossed the living room and into the backyard and the beautiful garden her uncle had tirelessly maintained. Sure enough, the trail of feathers was thicker here, and led straight into a rosebush on the other side of a large, grey stone.
"What the hell...?" Her uncle had never been a fan of ornamental rocks, and this one would have been no exception. She swore she'd never seen it before. Circling it warily, she finally saw the source of the fluffy mess.
Elwryn gasped. Lying in a pile of it's own feathers was a beautiful creature, too pale and delicate to be human. It's face was strained as one small, weak hand desperately clung to the edge of the rock that had been the subject of her former speculation.
She hurried forward, ignoring common courtesy and hefting the creature up by it's waist - it was so light!- and onto the slab's surface. The creature, appearing niether male nor female, smiled peacefully. Its eyelids fluttered and with what appeared to be it's last vestige of strength it regarded her urgently.
Elwryn's mouth hung open. Ohmygawd,it'sapersonandit'sgonnadieonmylawn WHAT DO I DO? This last question inspired sudden cunning as she thrust her hand into her pocket, fetching the only thing she'd had on her- the cheese! Too panicked to employ reason, she simply shoved the whole thing in it's mouth- wrapper and all.
The poor thing just looked on at her in a sort of tired awe. What in the hell...?
Elwryn sure hoped her last minute sustenance would be enough to keep the damn thing from causing a police investigation.
