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Post by amelia on May 14, 2011 16:44:44 GMT 1
Lights on the horizon…she saw a small set and a larger set. The small set of lights was closer so she headed toward them. She heard about these two places. Her parent had warned her that the people of Haven might not understand and be cruel to her but the people in New Vegas were dangerous and could possible hurt her.
She flew closer and closer, her wings glowing brightly in the night sky as she flew. Her tiny frame was carried easily along by the wind current. She was exhausted and hoped she could find refuge, some water and maybe some food. But then she heard the gunfire. She looked down to see the place was engaged in a fire fight with zombies. She wanted to help but what could she do? She flew down toward the small town like camp but as she approached, suddenly the guns were aimed at her too. She felt something hot hit her side then she heard a loud pop sound. She turned and flew away as fast as she could. Maybe she had it backwards. Maybe Haven was dangerous people and New Vegas were the cruel ones. Either way, she could not go much further. She looked down at her side and saw the glowing liquid leaking out onto her blouse. She had been shot.
She couldn't stop, not until she was somewhere safe from the zombies. The sun was beginning to come up so at least she knew there would be no vampires awake when she arrived in New Vegas. It was getting harder and harder to fly. Soon the sun was shining on the horizon and she entered the city limits. She looked down as she flew over, looking for a safe place to land. That's when she saw a wooded area with green fields and a clear lake. No people, no zombies. She was so tired. She missed her parents. She was frightened and alone. The glowing liquid now soaked her bloused and the material of her pants down one leg.
It wasn't so much a landing that she made but a crash landing. It was not graceful to say the least. She hit the ground and rolled. She felt a painful snap in one of her wings and cried out. That was it. She couldn’t take any more. She curled her tiny frame up into a ball and began to cry…
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Post by milo on May 15, 2011 0:27:35 GMT 1
{{Contains Non-Flashy Link}} In the grey morning light of the park, a lone figure sat beneath a weeping willow tree. The satyr put the syrinx to his lips, and allowed each note to flow slowly from his mouth and through the instrument. The tune was one he recalled from his childhood. Milo couldn't remember who had played him the song, but it seemed forever ingrained into him, a never ending lullaby inside his mind. As the sky gradually brightened, the city became quieter. Not completely silent, but still, the steady thrum of life began to die down as he played. The goat man was leaning back against the tree, repeating the song over a few times. He knew no-one was listening, and it made him feel secure to continue the song on, his head swaying a little as he did. In the far distance his sensitive ears picked up the sound of gunfire. He pinned back his ears at this, even though the sound wasn't loud at this distance it still made him cringe a little. Milo's eyes closed gently and he stood up on cloven hooves, walking backwards through the curtain of branches that had shielded him from the rest of the world while he played. With a final, long note that rang out in the quiet of the sunrise the Satyr's song came to an end and he heard a thud coming from behind him. Turning quickly Milo saw an odd sight. In the grass before him lay a beautiful blonde girl....with a large set of butterfly wings. While the satyr himself was one to talk, he'd never seen such an occurrence before. He figured that she must have fallen from the sky, there was no way he wouldn't have seen her while he was sitting unless she had. Her shirt and trousers were stained with a lightly glowing liquid, and Milo saw the wound in her side. This was her blood? And she was losing too much, far too fast. He knelt down, awkwardly on the goat legs, his ears twitching slightly as he put a hand on her shoulder gently. "Hey....hey are you alright?" The satyr was no healer, he had little experience with this kind of thing and was on the verge of panic. This girl was in danger, though he couldn't gauge how much on his own, he would need to find help. |
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Post by amelia on May 17, 2011 0:07:22 GMT 1
Amelia flinched when she heard the voice of a man. She threw her hand up defensively with a gasp. “Please…don’t hurt me.” She pleaded. “Don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll leave…just give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll leave, I promise.” New tears streamed down her face and she tried to get up but she failed in the attempt. “I just need a minute, please.” She sagged back to the ground knowing she was not going to be able to get up. What was she going to do? She turned and looked at the source of the voice.
She didn't understand what she saw. He had a kind face and didn’t look at all like he wanted to hurt her. In the position she was in, all she could see was his face. He looked genuinely concerned. That was when she realized what he had asked her. He asked her if she was alright, and he seemed like he really wanted to know. “I…I’ve been shot.” She said just above a whisper and more tears began to fall, “Can you help me? I don’t want to die.” She pleaded. “I can pay you. The dust on my wings…it makes you very lucky. You can have some if you help me.” She looked at him hopefully.
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Post by milo on Jul 6, 2011 12:22:00 GMT 1
Panic was close at hand, but Milo did well to keep his head. He held his hands up in a surrendering gesture, his words quick, but calm. "Okay, okay. I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help. You're hurt and....and...." And what? He had no medical training, he had very little idea of what to do, and had almost no idea where he would find help for her.
The satyr took another look around the sanctuary, they were fairly near the center, next to the willows that surrounded the water, no buildings in site. He heard her telling him that she had been shot. Damn...He had no idea how to deal with that. There was no possibility that Milo could help her on his own.
"Can you help me? I don’t want to die.”
The goat man couldn't help it. He had to help this girl. "I won't let that happen, I-I promise." While his promise may be difficult to keep, he was determined. He held his hand up to stop her when she mentioned payment. "I don't want it. Now, come on. Can you move?" Milo moved forward slightly, leaning down to lift the fae woman carefully into his arms. Shit. He still couldn't think where he could take her for help.
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Post by Archer Michaels on Jul 26, 2011 1:13:56 GMT 1
Archer waited until he was well out of site of the people on the city of New Vegas. He loved the fact that people were not allowed in the sanctuary park and he knew just how to get in unnoticed. Here, out of site from humans and under the scrutiny of only fabled creatures who pretty much just wanted to be alone, he closed his eyes and groaned in pain as he forced his wings out. Only an archangel could do this so if he was seen, people would know what he was. He extended them with a relieved exhalation and fell to his knees as he stretched them and let them breathe. It would not last long but he needed to feel them, to remember that he was a pure being in a impure world. He saw something fall out of the sky, something glowing and wondered if an angel had fallen into the park. He pulled his wings back in with a painful grunt then waited, breathing hard from the exertion before standing up and putting his shirt back on.
He ran through the brush in the direction of the object he saw, hoping if it was an angel they would not recognize him and he could help them. He stopped just short of where the curious little being was being picked up by another curious being. Ahh, a satyr and what appeared to be an injured faerie. It looked bad. He couldn’t just let the poor thing die. He had to reveal himself. Fable mutants could keep secrets because they liked anonymity, they would understand and they would probably not meet anyone they would want to tell about him anyway. He stepped out of the brush. “Hello? I can help you. I am an angel and I can heal her. Please bring her out where there is more light.” He motioned to a clearing with beams of light cascading through the trees onto the ground.
He knew the fable mutants were weary of people so he pulled off his shirt and showed his wings, “See? I really am an angel.” He said and smiled softly, “I promise I won’t hurt her, I can heal her. All I ask is that you tell no one that you saw me.” He added. He waited to see if the creature would run or allow him to heal her.
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