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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:13 am
Prompt 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?
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.
It was on her way home where she stumbled upon it. A fair haired thing with the remnants of fluffy wings. Scattered feathers lay around it as it desperatley reached for something. It was odd, normally, Shouko being Shouko, she wouldn't give a flying ********. Her goal was grandchildren and making others miserable, more miserable than she was. But for some reason, that day, in that instant, she felt the compelling need to help this creature. This poor pitiful creature. More poor and pitiful than her highschool GPA.
She helped the poor creature to what it reached for, finding it odd that something that was fighting for its life simply wanted to reach an ugly old stone tablet. That was until she heard its plee, "Help me.....Help me live...."
Shouko starred at the creature, listening to it intently as it told her what it needed from her to survive. She looked down at the only thing on her, her poor Leopard Gecko....But she just bought it!! WHY, GOD, OH WHY!? WHY MUST YOU PULL EVERYTHING SHE WANTS FROM HER!? "Damn you conscious..." She thought to herself as she opened up the box carefully, taking out the very skittish looking Leopard Gecko. With alittle aprehension she gave ti to the herald....Simply to save its life. You may no insert angel chorus here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:19 pm
11/3/06
It's been away since I touched this journal. Since I found that angel. Alot has happened. So much has happened. Too many distracting things if you ask me. Regardless this 'angel' is doing well. At the cost of my lizard >:O. It better be grateful! ;____; I wanted that lizard...
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:20 pm
Prompt 11.4.06
You sit inside, protected and comfortable as the weather rages outside. The evening meal is on the table, and you're filled with an intense feeling of well-being.
Your mind veers, against your will, to the dying creature that you had come across. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable tonight. What are you thinking? It's probably already long gone. But...what if it isn't?
What's it actually like outside? Do you go in search of the Herald? What do you bring to make it more comfortable, if so? Do you even find it?
While absent mindedly placing a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth her mind wandered to the poor creature she had found laying upon the ground on her way form the pet store several weeks ago. She frowned, grabbing another fork of food and bringing it to her lips.
She opened her mouth to take a bite, but stopped dead short and placed it back onto the plate. " I wonder if that thing ever survived," She murmured to herself, placing an elbow onto the tablet and she twirled her fork through the mashed potatoes. "It looked way too weak to survive on it's own, even after I gave up the fifty dollar lizard to keep it alive...Err....My fifty dollars." She lamented quietly.
The storm quieted to a dull roar when she finally finished eating, taking her plate back to the sink she placed it inside and yelled for her daughter, "LENNE. I'M GOING OUT TO DO SOMETHING QUICKLY. LOAD THE DISHES."
She grabbed her coat and shoes to throw on as her daughter came down the stairs drowsily rubbing her eyes free of the red substance that flowed from them down her cheeks.
"For the love of god, girl. Stop your crying. Nothing is bringing Clef back. He left you. Now load the damn dishes." Shouko grumbled. Sadness didn't sit well with her in her home. She hated it. Hated it with a passion, she wanted all her children happy, or at least content. Lenne most of all, but that wasn't the case. Her husband had left her without a word a week or so ago and she wasn't taking it well at all. Not even with the new kids in the house.
Lenne nodded and headed to the kitchen without complaint as Shouko exited the house. Rain drizzled down Shouko's pale skin like sheets when she stepped outside. Everything seemed fine. She didn't see lightning, and no sound of thunder, at least for now. She headed in the direction of the pet store. The very same one in which she found the angel nearby. Usually when angels came dropping out of the sky they were adopted into her home.
She tried to remember as she came to a small fork in the sidewalk, which way was she again? Turning to head the direction she was coming from she thought and retraced her footsteps...It was right! Turning and taking the right path off the main one, she followed what she believed to be heard road back to the creature....
Oddly enough....There is was...still laying there. She rubbed her arms quietly and approached it, it seemed to be sleeping. She placed a hand on it to find it almost cold as ice. It never moved an inch. The thing was almost popsicle cold! Shouko went to take off her coat to place it on the poor thing when a sudden clap of thunder sounded making her huddle next to the cold herald, hoping she wouldn't be struck by the lightning that quickly followed.
She stayed there with it, trying to warm it up shakily. She hoped it wasn't dead...
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:54 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 8:09 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 8:14 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:12 am
Prompt 1.22.07
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
...Mother hasn't payed much attention to the child, who she named Miyon. So now I'm looking after her. I'm Lenne Hiirigizawa, I am about twenty-three years old, and to Miyon I'm known as "Sister".
The other day I noticed Miyon scratching, and scratching, and scratching. I thought at first it was because of all the cold weather we were currently having. Winter had decided to come late this year and we're all feeling it's affects. I had iciles forming on my wings one day when I walked to the grocery store and back...I should really learn to drive a motor vehicle.
Anyway, Miyon scratched and scratched. So I went to ask her "Miyon, Little Sister. Why're you scratching? Did something bite you?". She turned to me with this terrible look on her face as she scratched "No. I wasn' bit. It just hurts.".
I asked poor Miyon to turn around to me and cringed, the child's wings had been growing. Growing so fast, that it infact was ripping the skin and causing nasty wounds around the base of her wings, that must be the reason for the itching, at least that's what I gathered.
I knew this was going to be unpleasant, as the wounds needed peroxide, and Miyon hates the smell of cleaning or medical chemicals (that's why she never ventures down into Shouko's basement labs). Somehow I managed to coax the child with desert for supper. Granted, I believe that's worse than the smell of chemicals, but if it would allow me to clean the wounds and dress them, than to hell with proper diet.
- Lenne
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 2:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:23 pm
Prompt 2.26.07
Your Herald has been acting strangely all morning, sneaking around the house, and jumping at every small noise. The cause of this behavior is discovered shortly; you find that a priceless object has been broken and it would appear that it was your Herald that broke it.
What is the object and what is its importance? How do you react to this? Do you punish them or let them off with a warning? How does your Herald react? Was it your Herald that broke the object or maybe s/he was an observer to the act?
Lenne was doing her daily cleaning of the house when she had found it. the small bow her daughter had used when she was a child was snapped down the middle and laying on the floor of the room her daughter once called her's. Lenne's eyes teared. Who would do something so horrible to her as snap one of the only things left of her precious daughter's memory?
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