Fantasy (deleted).

[minajesty]

this roleplay has been disbanded. thanks for reading!

 

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monroe

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sal, val (hinted at)

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riddle . Fill

she’s a modern lover

It all happened so fast.

Arabella wasn’t sure what or who had started the chase—everyone had been getting along fairly civilly, all things considered—but something had awakened within the demons of the camp, and the next thing the angels knew, they were being hunted for sport.

As they traipsed through the woods—an unfortunate turn of events—Bella clung tightly to Absalom’s hand, letting him lead the way through the thick underbrush. Her heart hammered hard against her chest—surely it was visible beneath the thin fabric of her white dress—as she stumbled after Sal, sparing a glance over her shoulder every once in a while toward the direction of their pursuant. They weren’t visible through the trees yet, but their footsteps ricocheted in the air surrounding the angels as a constant reminder of the current predicament.

All at once, Absalom maneuvered the two of them behind a tree. Arabella’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at him behind a thick fringe of lashes.

“What are you—?”

Bella didn’t get the chance to finish her question before Sal was telling her to stay put and taking off.

“Sal, don’t!”

she whispered after him, but it was too late—Arabella had no choice but to watch helplessly as his fingers slipped easily out of her grip, her own hand falling limply by her side as Absalom retreated into the shadows.

The situation was scary enough, but without Sal at her side, Bella shrunk into herself, doing her best to become invisible. She pressed against the tree, her back flush with the rough bark, which earned a sharp, pained inhale—the wounds running down the expanse of her upper back were still fresh, to say the least. Though they were hidden from view now, Arabella had spent plenty of time in the past few days studying them warily in the mirror—the skin was raised and pink, like jagged ridges between her shoulder blades. Out of all of her punishments, she hated them the most.

The sound of a twig snapping jolted Bella out of her internal pity party. Instinctively, she crept in the opposite direction, keeping close to the tree, though that created another problem. The blonde was so preoccupied with worrying over who it was that could have snuck up on her that she’d failed to watch where she was stepping. One wrong move later, Arabella had tripped over a thick root buried beneath a gracious layer of pine needles, twisting her ankle in the process.

If her mysterious visitor wasn’t aware of her whereabouts already, they certainly would be now.

arabella

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[riddle .]

absalom rivers.

current mood

camp ouroboros; woods

talked to Bella and hinting at Malachi minajesty

currently wearing this

He should have known something was off the second the day started.

Absalom hadn’t been able to sleep, again. He longed for the days after their supposed fall to Earth, when he and the others rested before being acquainted with their new surroundings. So, when night came and he found he couldn’t be lulled into the same dreamless sleep he had then, he began to listen.

That night had been unusually loud. A few camper’s voices ringing out and fast footsteps outside his window should have tipped him off that something was afoot. When he and his fellow fallen came out in the morning, there seemed to be more eyes on them. Absalom had felt their stares before when he had first arrived to camp, but he had been too weary from his own shock and half carrying an emotional Hadriel to really notice. It felt oppressive, now. Like they were waiting for something.

That something came in the form of his group of fallen being suddenly chased. The older residents of camp, the ones with ancient lineages began to drive them away from the center of camp and to the forest. Absalom had been with Arabella, a sweet and beautiful woman whom Sal felt a strange pull towards, similar to how he felt when he came upon Hadriel that first day. He must have known her before his fall. She must have been important to him because his first instinct was to take her hand and run with her, fearful that she would be harmed. A part of him felt bad for not worrying about the others the same way, but what could he do anyway? He wasn’t strong like Hadriel or Anahel.

He knew they couldn’t run forever. The two of them were a large target and clutching to each other would only slow them down. Plus, they were still recovering from the fall. His barely scabbed over wounds on his back kept reminding him of that with each rough inhale. He could hear a few of their pursuers gaining and moved him and Arabella to the side, behind a tree.

“Stay here, I’ll lead them away!” Absalom whispered to Bella, hating how his heart felt adrift when he dropped her hand and she gave him a scared look. He’d be back, he promised silently as he turned from here and ran out.

He went farther in the woods, the terrain becoming more and more precarious as he went. He ducked under tree limbs and jumped over raised roots. His body protested each movement, feeling like he would fall over at any moment. He hated this body more than anything.

Absalom came to a slow stop, breathing hard with a hand against his chest, willing himself to stay quiet as he listened. It didn’t sound like the demons were close to him anymore but he had been running every which way, so maybe they lost him in the thick of the wood. He looked around and felt an icy drop go down his spine. He had no clue which way was back to the camp, he realized. Alarmed, he looked up to the sky to see if he could tell where the sun was, use it to tell which direction to go, but the trees were thick here, creating a dark drapery. It was hard to tell which angle the rays that managed to poke through were coming from.

He took a shuddering breath and placed his back against a tree, bending over when a wave of nausea overcame him. “What do I do now?”

A sound from his left had him snapping back up, a figure moving through the trees approaching. Absalom stood, knowing he couldn’t run any longer and prepared himself for what came next. .

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[minajesty]

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one minute malachi was shoveling forkfuls of breakfast in his mouth and the next, he caught himself chasing down the newly fallen angels through the woods like a bunch of vigilantes. and while no part of him wanted to participate in this silly game the others had planned, malachi didn't feel like being looked at like the loser who was too afraid to join in their idea of fun.

so the demon had followed suit, heading in any direction where the sound of slight noises led him to. most of the time they were dead ends, having only been the slight brushing of the wind haphazardly throwing loose leaves and twigs around the forest floor. his efforts dropped from an extremely motivated sprint to a lazy jog. where was this game actually going?

malachi stopped running, the soles of his black boots skidding across the damp leaves as he halted before pushing his locs out of his face. from the corner of his eye, he could see another demon having a little too much fun as they fully tackled a helpless angel down to the ground like a tackle dummy. and as much as a miniscule part felt bad for the angel, it wasn't his business to tend to. and just as malachi was about to turn back to the direction of the cabins, he heard a twig snap in the distance. it wasn't close by, but it was in ear range and that was enough to tug the demon's attention.

breaking into a run once more, a figure cowaring by a tree in the distance grew clearer and clearer as malachi approached. he could almost see the other's heart pounding through his jacket as malachi started getting closer. but, malachi had no intention of doing anything but approaching. for the most part, he was just less irritated now that he found someone out here in the trees.

slowing down to a full stop in front of the angel, malachi's gaze bored through absalom's as he let out low, but hard breaths. then he shook his head slowly and raised his hands to show he came in peace.

"if you don't want to get caught by the others, standing in one spot for longer then a minute is not your best decision."

malachi stated while fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

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Bashi Ravern

Bashi was wary about the fallen angels to say the least. He'd been at the camp for close to six years now and nothing of the sort had ever happened. It was safe to say that the fallen set his teeth on edge. He felt like he needed to shake out of his own skin with all the weirdness going on. He was feeling more feral since all the angels had arrived and yet, the hunt seemed harsh to him. He was often one to play pranks, but always ensured they remained harmless. The hunt didn't feel quite that way. So while the others took chase into the woods, the nephilim walked into the forest at a leisurely pace. He was sure he'd find the others at some point, but for now, he felt a need to peacefully release the tension inside himself. The thrumming in his veins lessened each step he took and he sighed as he sat down on a log.



He pulled out the shoddy little camera he'd found in his early camp days. It used film and had dirt caked in the plastic seams no matter how hard Bashi had scrubbed at it, but it was nice enough. He went around the forest, taking pictures of flora and fauna alike. Bashi never got to see his pictures after he took them, what with the lack of knowledge on film cameras, but he kept the film strips all the same. It was either The Watcher or Gadriel who was replacing the film when Bashi ran out, but he had enough sense not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Bashi just kept taking pictures.

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[Fill]

Valentino Morningstar

Realizing there was little time to correct his mistake, Valentino set a few of the ground rules regarding this little hunt. This chase so to speak. The only word to come out of his mouth were to mention how a good team or group game could help bring everyone closer together. Maybe tag, hide or seek, or even capture the flag. He much preferred that last one. Something to help shake off the webs of unfamiliarity and unaccustomed nature of everyone's meeting each other. Not his fault when the others took his minor suggestion and made quite the big deal out of it. And now here he was walking through the woods without much of a care, wondering if he could find a spot with enough shade to take a small nap underneath.

Nothing but a shorts, a Hawaiian-esque shirt, sunglasses, and a pair of outdoor shoes adorned his otherwise fit body, perfectly able to run through these woods and track down these fallen angels. More than a thousand years worth of living on Earth and one tended to pick up quite a few skills, such as tracking and hunting. Right now though? Valentino did not even attempt to rummage through his brain for such skills. Not that it mattered. He would take a leisurely stroll through the woods, and, if he happened to find anyone before parking himself under some shade, he would simply redirect them back to the camp. A little measure of tension and uneasiness found itself rooting itself in him, however. What if something were to happen between demons and fallen angels out here?

No, that would be foolish. On another note, perhaps he should have grabbed his guitar before leaving on his walk. He could have played a few tunes while traversing these woods or even to help him settle himself to sleep. Oh well, another time then.

Valentino settled his hands behind his head before walking with a slight, lazy sway to his gait. A small smirk found itself on his mouth while his sunglasses hid the confident gleam in his eyes. His pace was leisurely, and he was in no hurry at all. Until, of course, he heard the ruffle of twigs, leaves, and branches. It could not have been the wind. The sounds that made were more steady. Erratic but steady as long as the wind kept blowing. This sounded much more broken up. Like steps or leaps. Either a demon or a fallen angel. Valentino sighed. He should check that out. Leaping over a few tree roots and putting his arms up to bash any branches out of his way, Valentino began running towards the noise.

"Hello?! You okay? Anyone there? I promise, I'm not gonna-."

He ran out into a minor clearing. No one. Odd. There were a few trees and footsteps, well, indentations in the grass that denoted someone or something stepped there, leaving "footprints." Valentino approached closer, settling a hand upon the tree for support as he knelt down. He brought his other hand up to his chin as he began examining the indentations. Deeper and wider than a female's. Human. One of the male fallen angels or demons. Not Anahel. As tall as she was, she did not have the weight nor foot size to make these indentations. And that sounded as terrible in his head as that would out loud.

Had he been studying them subconsciously? Maybe. All that mattered right now was these smaller sets of footprints that seemed to break away from these larger footprints. Almost around the tree. He stepped on a twig. Next, he heard a cry. Valentino instantly spun around and leapt. Someone was falling. Tripping over the branches. And most likely frightened by him. But all those thoughts came later as he wrapped his arms around a female form before taking the brunt of the fall, the pair of them rolling over twice before settling to where he was on the bottom.

And the mysterious stranger laid atop him.

Valentino blinked a few times before shaking his head slowly from side to side. He looked down, minorly dazed, to get a good look at whom he had saved from a nasty fall. Blonde hair. Dainty features. Petite build. And a well-rouned pair of, well, breasts pressed up against his chest. Oh great. His devil side had to notice that feature. At least he couldn't stare at her ass either, as soft and round as it may have-.

I hate being a devil. So fucking much.

Subconscious aspects of being a hellspawn aside, Valentino looked down to see the bluest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen stare back up at him. All he could do in that moment? Smile and laugh. Because if he had any guess to who this individual was, she was none other than Arabella Monroe.

So he smiled and chuckled before speaking, "Took a nasty fall there, huh? You okay? Nothing twisted or broken?"

His gaze settled on her choice of clothing. A dress. And her choice of shoes were not exactly best for the woods either. Had the Watcher given those to her? Upon request or without care? Oh that dirty bastard. He should give the eternal being a piece of his mind. Either way, Valentino felt the need to mention the particular brand of clothing. Besides, it may distract her from whatever pain she may be in.

"Beautiful dress. You wear it well--fantastic!--but I don't recommend that for the outdoors or running through the woods. A picnic maybe or a dance around the campfire. However, I definitely do not recommend those shoes at all for the outdoors. Sandals or shoes are much better. Boots even!"

Valentino began to shift his arms around, moving his hands to try and find a way to leverage her off of him safely. Those same hands accidentally found themselves on her hips before snapping away in a few seconds as if he touched something hot. He did not mean to do that! Nope! Not at all! Great, she'll think he's a pervert trying to feel her up. Better explain what he was doing and fast.

"Um, sorry! I'm trying to find a way to get us both up. Can you shift your weight or lift yourself up a little? I think I can work from there and get us both up."

Hopefully. This would be so much easier with his devil powers. But right now, all he had was his human strength, and, as good as that might have been, he needed some leverage to work with.

Still, he hoped she didn't hurt herself too much from that nasty fall they both took. Here's hoping he took the worst of it.

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Interactions: Arabella Monroe - lvcid

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  There had always been something about the forest, something about it that would soften the bite of age for Gadriel. Like the leaves, untold in their precise number, he could no longer care to keep count of his own years under the Watcher's ceaseless supervision. Princely poised amid a palette of dappled greens and browns, he himself was a beacon of blonde bed hair and simple Victorian-age wear; a crumpled, white regency blouse flapped gently with the morning breeze and buckskin breeches blended well signature oil-black boots. Under the canopy of trees that had borne the weight of his fall all those years ago, the old archangel strolled, a pencil stub and ledger in hand to capture the state of the plants after so long under harsh wind and ash.
  
  Take the broadleaf toothwort, or cardamine diphylla, C. diphylla for short. Gadriel crouched, taking their egg-shaped, toothy leaves gently within two fingers as the other hand put its pink-tinged flowers and spikelet stems to pencil and paper. Pale, robin blue eyes flitting from to and fro with all the enthusiasm of a child finding its first penny, he sketched as if the plant would dissipate in moments. There was good reason; with how ephemeral he knew this plant to be, it was simply too rare and unusual to see them still on the forest floor so late into the summer months.
  
  Rare and unusual.
  
  Gadriel gripped his book and stub. Glancing upwards at the heavens, he regarded its swaths of blue and milk-white with a solemn press of his lips. How many more, Lord? What is so different this time?
  
  Silence. Save for the sway of branches and the trickle of distant streamwater, he could only hear his own mortal heartbeat. For a moment, he felt the burn of being watched before the flap of owl wings reminded him of the burn in his throat. With a faint smile, Gadriel remembered that old favorite's failure in tempting Jesus for forty days in the desert. And yet here he was, supposedly on the hunt for proof his efforts had finally succeeded.
  
  The grass was soft and dampened by the stream, which ran through its strands like fingers and hair. Kneeling with his book and pencil stub set by the wayside, Gadriel's hands broke the surface and brought a cupful of water to his lips. Rivulets dripping down his arms, he went in for a second time but stopped, caught by the trickle of blood in his reflection.
  
  His golden scars. Every seven months, they reopened in a particular order, starting off with the one marred across the bridge of his nose. A soft, but pained sigh escaped Gadriel's lips, reminded of why he hated reflections. That one may have failed in the desert, but in the garden? It was folly to have forgotten, even for a few moments. In the end, the old favorite's efforts had gotten to him, too.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[kevin]

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Mesmerzied, Flustered, In Love

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Camp Ouroboros; Woods

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Fill (Valentino Morningstar)

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logastellus (Massika Tomaz)

Morningstar

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Diana sat at a table outside under the shade of a tree. In front of her were different snack foods such as grapes, strawberries, apple slices, cheese squares, and cured meats. She ate her food while watching the surroundings of the beautiful camp. As she ate, she reminisced about her old life back in Hell. A year ago, Diana was rampaging through Hell, causing chaos and wreaking havoc on the damned souls. She missed the old days when she tortured people in Hell, making their eternal damnation even more insufferable than it already was. But now she is stuck in a camp with other demons and angels, which she isn't fond of. Valentino Morningstar, her older and rather annoying brother, was also here in the camp for his reasons which Diana didn't care to acknowledge. The only thing she is focused on is getting out of this god-awful camp and back to Hell to retry her very unsuccessful attempt at raiding the Heavens, which in the end, got her nowhere except getting sent to Camp Ouroboros.

Diana popped her last grape in her mouth and washed it down with a glass of cold, crisp, and delicious water. She wiped her moist fingers on a napkin, and that's when she noticed all the other demons running past her like wild animals. And that's when she knew it was time for the Hunt to start. Since the newly fallen angels had arrived at the camp, the demons had decided that an excellent way to break in the new campers would be to hunt them down and give them a good scare. Even though it was harmless fun, Diana wished so badly to inflict excruciating pain on the newbies. But all in all, she was glad to be able to give them one good scare. Diana rose from her seat and followed behind the others who were running. Now for Diana, she wasn't going to run. She did that all the time in Hell while hunting down fresh meat but in this camp? Heavens no. She would never. As she entered the camp woods, she listened carefully to her surroundings to differentiate which sounds were coming from the freshly fallen or other demons.

As she treaded deeper into the woods, leaves and fallen branches crunching and snapping under her feet, she stopped because she could hear a woman's voice. It wasn't loud enough to listen to what they were saying, but it was sufficient for Diana to know where to go. Even though Diana did not want to run, she couldn't help it since the voice gave her an adrenaline rush like a wild animal hunting its prey. She broke into a run, hopping over risen tree roots, crunching leaves, and snapping twigs as she ran faster and faster into the direction of the voice, which grew louder and more apparent as she came close. Thank Satan; she wore boots today because she probably would've broken her ankle in this terrain. Diana finally came close enough to see someone crouched down on their knees with their back facing her. She came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to slide a little, kicking up dirt, leaves, and rocks. She watched with interest at the woman who she now knew was praying. She rolled her eyes at the woman's current actions. The woman had beautiful dark skin and wore a white top with long sleeves, a white skirt, and a pair of boots. Her long dark hair reached down to the backs of her legs. Diana had to snap out of her daze and get back on track with what she should be doing.

Diana started running again but a bit slower than her previous run. She got near the woman and extended her arm out as she came to a stop. She violently grabbed the woman's arm and yanked her out of her kneeling position to face her. Diana froze with shock. Her face turned paler than it was already, and her ears turned red and hot. She stared back at the woman who was staring back with pure fear on her face. Diana didn't say anything at all, and the two just stared at each for a minute as Diana examined her beautiful face closely. She wasn't sure what this feeling was inside of her. Her heart was racing a million miles per hour, almost like it was going to stop, her stomach felt full of butterflies, and her palms were sweaty as if she had just washed her hands without drying them.

Diana released the woman from her death grip, and without saying a word to her or even bringing her back to the camp, she turned on her heel and speed walked back to the camp. She did not know what those feelings she experienced while staring at the beautiful woman were, but it made her feel good on the inside, something she hadn't felt in a very long time.

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the day had already started off as a treat in celine's eyes. the guardian of hell had awoken bright and early, and way ahead of the sunlight so she could have some time to greet nature before the biggest star did. her time at camp ouroboros may have been unwillingly placed upon her lap, but she didn't see it as an obstacle--more like an opportunity. an opportunity to drink in the warmth that was earth all while admiring the growths and foilage that hugged every corner that ouroboros had to offer her.

it was a daily routine. celine spent every morning awake and out of the cabin before her roommate seraphina could even open her eyes. for the most part, she was alone just the way she liked it, only giving herself time to sleep whenever her mortal body decided to drag her to her knees in protest of her energy.

by now, her camp peers were wide awake; some sulking under the shade of the wide trees and others shoveling forkfuls of food into their hungry bodies. it was normal and not interesting enough in the slightest for her to move out of her spot under the well shaded gazebo. her little bubble was peaceful, and as much as she liked socializing, she intended to spend the breakfast period alone.

that was until.. the sound of screaming and feet pounding against the dirt had stolen her attention from the flowerbeds. when her attention flickered back to the dining pavilion, the sight of the fallen angels being chased into the deepest part of the woods by her fellow demons had her intrigued. what are they up to?

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"you can run, but you can't hide."

celine yelled, her chunky black heels slamming against the wet, forest floor. once she caught what was happening, she couldn't help but join in to the hunt her peers had initiated. the chase was a thrill in itself and the sounds coming from her victims the fallen angel she was chasing had given her a thrill only hell could provide. but this game was the next best thing.

a glimmer of disappointment flashed over her face once she realized the fallen angel she was chasing had managed to sprint and disappear into thin air. man are you fast.. and these dreaded shoes are no help, she thought to herself. her pace had slowed to a halt as she dug her heel into the dirt. and instead of using the time to continue running, she began walking at a leisurely pace. all around her she was surrounded by trees, bushes, and the occasional screams of the angels that have been caught by their predator. the fun of it all had caused a smirk to decorate her face.

celine was alone yet again, or so she thought. and just as she thought to turn back to the direction of the dining pavilion, she caught sight of a mass of curly blonde hair crouched down by the stream. and who are you? she thought to herself, taking note of whatever facial features were visible to her as he indulged in the fresh water that danced across the path. he was all angel, she knew that much.

with the help of her heel, celine turned to his direction before sneaking up on him as best as she could. and as she grew closer, something inside her grew colder. angrier. the blood and scarring on his hand.. why did their intricate patterns look so familiar? her friendly stride turned into a predatorial hunt once more. whoever it was that she was coming across wasn't a friend. and when she was close enough, celine swung her black boot back and kicked as much water from the stream as she could until his face was engulfed in water.

she didn't know what possessed her to act so.. impulsively. but part of her didn't care to be friendly and another part of her wanted to savor whatever moment she had to destroy his peace.

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she’s a modern lover

For such a simple trip, it was a disorienting moment. Instead of falling onto a bed of pine needles as Arabella had anticipated, she’d collided with a tall body, the two of them dropping to the ground in a heap and rolling for a ways before coming to a stop with the angel lying on top of a handsome devil.

Valentino Morningstar.

Bella couldn’t recall much of her life prior to her fall and arrival at Camp Ouroboros—nothing but the quick flash of a face, or a fleeting feeling—but she remembered him. It seemed he was constantly there—a side profile, a silhouette—yet always just out of reach. She wasn’t sure if they had ever known each other personally, or if she had simply admired Val from afar, though the latter would certainly be ironic considering their current position. Regardless, she felt drawn to him in a way she was certain wasn’t appropriate for an angel to feel about a devil.

The blonde stared at Valentino with wide eyes, her hands splaying across his strong chest to push herself into an upright position. She was vaguely aware of the need to further move herself out of his lap, but she was frozen in place, though whether it was because she was stunned by how much more attractive Val’s features were up close or by sheer embarrassment was yet to be determined.

“Oh,”

Arabella started,

“I’m fine, thank you.”

She paused, moving her right foot slightly to test it out, only to bite back a wince at the pain the motion caused.

“I think I hurt my ankle, though.”

The sudden change of the conversation’s direction surprised Bella, and she wondered if Valentino was usually like that—jumping quickly from subject to subject with little care to whether or not the topics were related. What puzzled her more so, though, was the way in which he criticized her choice in clothing when he was in no position to point fingers—a Hawaiian shirt and shorts definitely made a statement, though not an exceptionally fashionable one—but she supposed he had a point.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on making a trek through the woods today,”

Arabella defended, glancing down at her dress with a frown.

Val’s hands on her hips had Bella looking up at him again, blue eyes just as big as before. As soon as they had made contact, however, they were pulled away as the devil rushed out an apology. The corners of Arabella’s plump lips twitched upward into an amused smile.

“It’s okay,”

she assured him, doing as he requested and scooting off of him so that she sat on the ground instead.

“I’m sorry for not asking sooner,”

the angel continued,

“but are you alright? You didn’t hit your head, did you?”

She would’ve felt awful if he had.

arabella

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[logastellus]

Fallen Angel

location

Camp Ouroboros.

mood

Confused and Scared.

outfit

click me.

mentions

kevin .

Massika Tomaz.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned. I have tainted the pureness that is my soul and beckoned the need for my repressed impulses to consume me. Forgive me for lying my trust, my faith and my chasity in the palms of an unsanctified being. Only your discernment and verdict will guide me to that is holy. Cleanse me of the impurities that course through my veins, my skin and my mental. In the name of the Father...amen"

"Papa! Mama! Please you have to believe me I had no recollection of my lover being a devil! I swear I am innocent!" Tears ran down to ebony skinned angel as she was dragged by soldiers through the pristine walls, she craned her neck to look at her father who's face expressed disappointment and shame. "I did nothing wrong! Please don't do this to me!!" She continued crying until she was presented through grand doors and throw in front of the council of archangels. Carefully regaining her footing, she avoided eye contact with all of them, the tears becoming hotter on her face. She flinched listening to the charges indicted on her, she listened to her families harmful words pierce through her already broken heart. "Listen to my pleas. I had no knowledge my lover was a devil. I only wanted to feel and embrace the love blessed upon the humans is that too much to ask for? I am innocent! I was wronged! I was manipulated! My lords please spare me I beg of you." Massikas' voice was hoarse and her balance began to falter. She placed her right hand on her prominent stomach that carried and provided shelter for her unborn child. A small amount of comfort washed over her before her heart stopped beating as the shock in her eyes appeared after listening to the archangels. Exiled. The darkness started to consume her as the archangels agreed with the verdict. The feeling in her limbs no longer present as she lost her balance and fell to the cold floor. Looking over at her family it pained her to see them remove her gaze from her. Her blurry vision connected with the soldiers as they lifted her up and restrained her, confused as to their sudden action she watched one of archangels stand from their pedestal. "What are you do-" She felt a sudden burning sensation coming from her womb. "No...NO STOP IT! STOP IT I BEG OF YOU NOT MY CHILD!!" Her screamed rang through the halls as she felt searing pain radiate from her abdomen. Her unborn son was being ripped from inside of her, a feeling no mother should have to experience. Her bloodshot eyes glossed over, strings of saliva dripping from her mouth. Then veins bulging from her neck and forehead. Her voice dry and in pain from the screaming that nothing is present. Massika felt the only connection she had was be ripped from her. A piece of her soul stripped as if it was a cloth stripped off a humans back. Her body went limp as she heard the wails of her son. "P-please...my baby...don't hurt my son...he...he is pure..." Her pleas were silence as she was dragged out of the room, her conscious finally accepting the cool darkness the only sound ringing in her ears was her sons fresh cries.

The petite fallen angel lied in a soft bedding of leaves and moss in the middle of the forest. Her eyes fluttered as she regained vision. Looking amongst her surroundings, she noted the sunlight exposing her green eyes, the sound of the wind dancing in between the trees. Carefully sitting up, her face expressed confusion with a hint of curiosity. She ran her dainty fingers through the granite moss and sighed at the soft yet damp sensation on the tips of her fingers. Her train of thought gravitated towards to the sudden disappearance of her parents first, then the realization that her current location was not her home. The forest was beautiful and brought peace and tranquility, but her uncertainty took her as her main emotion. Attempting to stand at a rapid speed, she quickly fell back to her knees her mind not yet regaining control of her balance. "Mother? Father? Hezekiah? Amalla?? Where have you all gone?? If this is another whimsical escapade stop this at once!" She called out into the forest in all directions for her family were met with nothing except for the rush of water from a nearby creek and the sound of nature. The only other option that she had was to call upon them from the heavens up above. Looking down at the ivory white garment she adorned, she searched for the cross-shaped pendant hidden in her body. Her soft hands clasped together as she pressed her them towards the center of her chest, her lips grazing her knuckles as she began to pray for any connection to the heaven above.

Her attempts at any contact from an angel were becoming slim. She attempted once more before she felt and sudden yank of her arm, suddenly being turned around. Her eyes made contact with similar green orbs only they were homed in another being. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and formed around her porcelain skin. The redness on her lips matched the hint of red flushed on her cheeks. The silence grew more as their gaze never detached. Before a word could come out of her mouth, the warmth that was around her arm quickly disappeared as the porcelain person dressed in dark clothing turned on her heels running in the direction away from Massika. Her body moved on their own without command from her brain as she stood up starting to follow the unknown person from whence she came.

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  II || THE HUNT.
  
  Gadriel heard before he saw, and much to his attacker's advantage, turned mid-way before he fell. The piercing pain of a mud-caked heel met up against his collarbone as a result, forcing the old archangel to break the stream's surface with the rest of his body.
  
  For a moment, Gadriel's mind forgot the shallow chill of the water, flitting instead to the feeling of wet feathers. He was met with the breath of a ghost, eons old. It sent a chilling touch down his scarred spine, suddenly reminded of an ancient loss as his vision was guided forward; trailing up from the boot to slender midnight legs and finally, to the three feral faces of this assailant.
  
  Three?
  
  Gadriel blinked. The momentary blurriness disappeared, replaced by the singular, striking features of a woman. Or more accurately, a former supernatural creature compelled into darkened human flesh. As such, her beauty was also now very much human, limited and fit only to fool or bedazzle mortal eyes. But in that instant, the old archangel saw a story. A flimsy flip of the page revealed beauty's cowardice; in facing him, she was chased away, changed, contorted into a thing more monstrous, true and familiar, fueled by a hatred and instincts the woman herself seemed like she barely understood.
  
  Not that he needed it; there was more wisdom in recognizing your enemy than there was use in trying to understand them like a friend.
  
  It felt like a kick to the teeth, rather than to the collarbone. Gadriel could only blame himself for not seeing it sooner. Yet on such large camp property, full to the brim with faces that swam in and out like goldfish in his mind, who knew how long Lucifer's bloodhound could been here, right under his nose? The answer was obvious: only God knew. Which served as a small comfort in some ways, Gadriel realized as he gazed at her. It meant that the old favorite's top mongrel was still cloaked in memory lapse and far past her prime, dark eyes betraying no true sense of recognition for him. At least, not yet.
  
  Despite the relative anchor of his thoughts, Gadriel found a knot tightly wound in his stomach. It was a bundle of old nerves, long thought to be scabbed over. Now, a new trembling insecurity bled into his limbs as he swayed and stood back up, soaked to the bone.
  
  Gadriel fought to keep his voice steady, deepened by the timbre of his Anglo accent. "Breaking a senior Ouraboros member's peace is not the objective of the hunt, woman. If it's a fight you want, it will take more than an unprovoked push to shove me into it."
  
  Some well-timed pacifism, amnesia and luck. Just as he finished, Gadriel tasted metal. Eyes never leaving hers, he brought a wetted white cuff over his right cheek. It was blood, slowly trailed from the bridged-nose scar. His heart twisted for a moment. What handiwork and cruel irony indeed.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

GADRIEL

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[august.]

/* ------ left side ------ */

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mood generally despondent

location the forest at camp ouroboros

outfit here!

interactions n/a

mentions n/a

seraphina

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As she less than gracefully stumbled her way over the uneven terrain through the gradually thickening woods, Sera came to the conclusion that every move she had made prior to these past few days must have been planned in extensive detail. Every step she took felt uncertain and new, like she had been blindfolded, spun around and tasked with a stroll through a minefield. The girl was convinced she would be in a complete daze, allowing herself to function on autopilot, if it wasn’t for the searing pain that cut across her vision, pulling her firmly back to reality.

Besides her uncoordinated movements Sera felt no sense of urgency. Apathy had seeped into all of the empty spaces that had been slowly but surely revealing themselves over the past few days, a creeping lethargy that began in an eye watering headache on her first day and ended in her aching feet, clasped by a flimsy pair of sandals that still managed to feel claustrophobic. Underneath the rubber soles Sera could feel the uneven terrain, the cold managing to seep through the presumably cheap material. After losing her balance on another exposed root Sera’s already thinning patience snapped and in one swift movement she had slipped her feet out of her shoes, thrown them in a graceful arc across the forest floor directly into a sparse clump of shrubs and continued with her uncoordinated trek, stride slightly more confident but similarly unhurried.

Branches cracked around her, hurried whispering and heavy footfall echoed in her darkened periphery, none of this was presently having any effect on Sera’s steady heart rate. She paused momentarily, adjusting the strands of hair that had fallen from its intricately braided style. At this point Sera’s curiosity had begun to outweigh any competitive spirit that remained. What were they even doing out here? The question applied to many aspects of the scenario the girl now found herself in but she decided she could deal with only having the answer to one right at this moment.

Abandoning her futile attempt at a mirrorless touch up with a flourish of her hands and crossing the increasingly mossy earth to a wide trunked tree, she dropped unceremoniously to the ground with a hefty sigh. She would wait for her apprehenders, at least then she wouldn’t be bowled down by some over-hyped, understimulated veteran camper; the few she had interacted with did not give her hope for a peaceful capture. Tipping her head back against the bark she inhaled the crisp night air, and in her moment of tranquil solitude, miraculously, her sight began to clear.

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[riddle .]

absalom rivers.

feeling cautious, annoyed, and uneasy

camp ouroboros; woods

malachi minajesty

currently wearing this

Absalom watched the other male wearily as he approached. He was taller, broader. Sal side-eyed a nearby rock on the ground partially covered by moss. There was a jagged enough edge that it could do some damage if hit hard enough with it. His eyes returned to the other, contemplating. No, Sal decided. Too risky. He was stronger and with the way Absalom was handling himself after crash landing here, there was no possible future that he would be able to win against him. So, listening it was.

Sal's eyes narrowed as Malachi finished. He frowned, tense posture slacking some when he gathered the other male wasn't planning on coming for him any time soon. "Great advice. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to keep running from demons all day." He took a deep breath. "What about you? You're not going to follow through with the end of chase prize?"

He's not sure where the bite came from that leeched into his voice. He'd seen Malachi around camp and he always seemed to wear a bored expression toward everything. Like he wanted to be anywhere else. Granted, most of the camp residents seemed to want to leave the camp, but Malachi appeared to wear his displeasure more outwardly. At least, that's what Absalom thought, anyway. Perhaps it was better to try and be cordial with Malachi.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just tired. Thank you for the advice." Absalom said softly, starting to fiddle with the sleeve of his jacket, earlier meekness coming back now that his adrenaline spike was fading. His boldness too, he feared.

He looked around, remembering his earlier worry of not being able to find his way back. Sal bit his lip for a moment, before sighing and meeting Malachi's eyes again. "Um, not to bother you anymore than I have, but....could you maybe point me in the direction back to camp? I wasn't really paying attention to where I was running and don't know which way to head. If it helps you any, I can tell the others you caught me. I don't think you care too much about that, but I don't mind saying it. Deal?"

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[Nephalem]

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mood Thoughtful

location Gazebo

outfit https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/e2/a8/fbe2a83b1a1bd01baa95de38a893ee47.jpg

fun fact Anahel loves fruits

tag nectarine

Anahel

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Anahel stared down at her hands, the rough, calloused things that they were. She thoughtfully brushed her fingers over her leathery knuckles as she pondered her past, curious about the story that led her to Camp Oroborus. She was a fallen angel; she knew that much. But what was her previous occupation? She was no dainty figure, and her torso and back were strewn with coruscating golden scars. Perhaps she was a mason, blacksmith, or laborer of some form. Did Heaven even have such positions? If God could create the world around her, surely, He had no use for the crafting enterprise.

Perhaps, she had been a soldier? The birth of such a thought ignited a searing pain within her mind. Since her fall, this torment had been warring with Anahel, guarding the fog that dampened her mind. Every mental push forward was answered with an oppressive force back, something akin to being racked across hot coals. It made her skin bristle, causing horripilation across her flesh.

A rustle drew Anahel from her rumination. She lifted her gaze to the source of the sound and gazed upon the beauteous face of her new companion, Adeline. The two had been nearly inseparable since their fall, chained together by the trauma of the unknown and finding solace within each other's company. Anahel recalled their meeting, her heart twisting as she thought back to her friend's trembling hands and terror-stricken countenance. This world was unknown to them but to Adeline most of all. While the others journeyed forward, the duo lagged, hand in hand, as Anahel helped Adeline navigate the difficult terrain.

Anahel could hardly believe they were of the same breed. Adeline was soft, cherub-like in her features and encapsulated a sweetness Anahel could never hope to achieve. She was the color of the rising sun, casting the sky in delicate shades of blue and pink. Anahel was hardened, imposing in stature, and aureate in appearance. She characterized the splendor of the empyrean.

The two were seated within the shade of an old gazebo. Climbing rose vines hugged its wooden support beams and stretched across the tiled roof. Blushing buds teased their bloom, guarded by dutiful thorns. A few spiders had taken up residence within the gazebo's peak, building decorated nets of silk within the rafters. A plate decorated with an assortment of fruits filled the distance between them. Anahel plucked a grape from its stem, twirling the green orb between her index finger and her thumb

"Adeline," Anahel spoke, her voice nothing but a soft rumble. "How are you finding the Camp? Are your needs met?"

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[nectarine]

scroll

fallen angel

adeline.

mood

serene

outfit

afternoon tea

location

the gazebo

interactions

anahel, mentions of gadriel and celine

tags

Nephalem

Truly, it did not seem like it had been just a few days since she arrived at the camp. A fallen angel, descending from the parted heavens, only guided by the caress of translucent clouds. She does not remember much of her fall, nothing other than when her back hit the dirt of the mortal realm. How even as she stared at the sky, in all it's blurriness, she could not see. Could not remember. Nothing but her name sat heavy on her tongue. Adeline. Who was she outside of that name? An angel, sure, but a fallen angel. What could she have done to be casted out by her creator? To be rejected by God himself. So many questions with no answers. None for a very long time, she was afraid. The only thing she was sure of was that she was in something sort of like a rehabilitation center. A camp for those who have wondered too far from their fated paths. Sent off to seek forgiveness of their creators, or to be left in the mortal realm to perish. And frankly, Ade wanted nothing more than to be welcomed back into the gates of heaven. To see the beauty of it once more. So she would try her best to learn from whatever mistakes she had made in the past and return to her creator's side.

Yet, the loss of her eyes was probably the most difficulty she had in the mortal realm. A counselor had consulted her about it, telling her that it was probably something to due with her fall. Which was in fact the most logical way of explaining the fuzziness of her eyes. Spoke to her that she would just have to get use to it while in the mortal realm. And there was really no arguing with that. So, she was sent along her way. Stumbling and running into things, a lot, for the first day. Coming to the conclusion that she could still see shapes and most colors yet not until she was hovering over the object she was peering at. Anything beyond a few feet, she'd probably miss or straight up run into. Which made her spatial awareness very hard to grasp and conquer. If it weren't for the few kind strangers at the camp that helped her about, Adeline would have had an even more difficult time than she already was having. Namely, at the moment, Anahel had anointed herself to be Adeline's walking guide.

The two had just left the dining hall before they made their way together across the vast field of the camp. Seeking a quiet place to enjoy each other's company. Unknowing of any of the chaos that happened around them. Adeline's hand casually wrapped along the length of Anahel's forearm, letting the other guide her to their destination. They had walked mostly in silence together. Listening to nothing but the sound of the river flowing gracefully along the bed it had created. The sun felt great on Adeline's face. Warm and comforting her on their journey. A reminder that there were still good things to be appreciated. Even when it seemed like there wasn't. The red head could not lie, the mortal realm was beautiful. Something she had not expected to be so. It could never compare to the ethereal glory of Heaven yet she couldn't deny it's own beauty. The cascade of water that flower through the lands. The countless number of trees along the camp. Or the picture of the setting sun Anahel had tried to describe to her. Heck, she couldn't even begin to explain her awe in the sheer amount of plant life surrounding the camp. The mortal realm was different, and not without its flaws, but beyond that it was a very pretty thing. In all honesty, she wasn't even surprised since He had created it. So of course His creation would be far more gorgeous than a few simple words could ever describe.

Upon arriving to their destination, a quiet little gazebo Anahel had found, the two took their seats beside each other. Casually enjoying the little shaded area and each other's company. A white teacup held between Adeline's soft grasp. Feeling the warmth of the cup and the tea inside. She had Anahel to thank for the fruit and small pieces of cheese she swiped from the camp's kitchen before they left. So now the two could enjoy something like a picnic for the moment, before any of the chaos caught up with them. Bringing the cup up to her lips, the warm liquid soothed her worries as the two sat for a moment in silence. Listening to the soft breeze of wind that danced about between the gaps of leaves. The sound of the slow crawl of the river beside the gazebo was also nice to listen too. Along with the gentle sounds of wildlife and nature in general that surrounded the two. The redhead thought that maybe if she got to live like that for the rest of her immortal or mortal life, she'd be entirely okay with that. Just sitting peacefully with a nice cup of tea and some good company.

At the sound of Anahel's voice, Adeline turned her ear up just slightly to catch what the other was saying. The question made Adeline chuckle softly. They had not known each other for long, yet they shared a bond. Both being fallen angel's, casted out of their glory for unknown reasons. Sent down between a cacophony of clouds and light to a strange world, left with nothing but foggy memories and an undecided future. Left to live in a world, in a small rehabilitation center, to try and right their wrongs before returning to their creator's side once more. Which wasn't only something just the two could relate too. Several other of the angel's that fell during the Great Fall had the same mysterious aura about them. Why they were there, or why they really couldn't remember anything at all before their fall. Some didn't mind their forgotten past, while other's did. Adeline herself was one of those to worry and she assumed Anahel was too. So maybe that's where the strength of their newly formed friendship came from. Or something else, Adeline wasn't sure of. But it was sweet nonetheless for Anahel to worry over how her comfort was. How the camp was treating Ade. Maybe it was out of pity for the loss of her eyesight but either way, it was a kind thing to fret over.

"I am fine, Anahel. Thank you for the concern," Adeline softly responded, laughing a little once more at the thought of Anahel making sure that she was once again comfortable above herself. As if Ade could mutter a few words of how uncomfortable something at the camp was making her and Anahel would immediately get it changed or fixed, just at a few small words from the angel. It was cute and very generous of the other to even consider. And Ade would be forever grateful for that, even if she did not deserve it. "I wish the beds were a little more comfortable but alas, not much you can do about that." Adeline joked, following up with another laugh that echoed between the two. She took another sip of the liquid held within her cup, smiling at the porcelain object. "And I hope above all else, it is fairing you nicely as well, Anahel." Ade mumbled. Managing a bright smile towards the spot she hoped Ana was sitting at.

The peace between the two was suddenly interrupted at the sound of splashing water. Unlike the calm stream they had been listening too before it was a loud crash of water. Pressure breaking from the surface of water to splash against something. Adeline turned her head slightly towards the noise, setting her cup down in the same motion. She knew she probably could not see out that far so her now unoccupied hand reached for Anahel. Gently pressing into her arm to gain her attention. "What's going on, Anahel?" Ade asked softly, clearly unable to physically see what was going on and hoped the other girl would be kind enough to explain it to her. As she hoped it wasn't something super serious and that it was just an animal splashing in the river bank.

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[minajesty]

celine ronan.

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eline watched as the man who was peacefully kneeling by the stream was struggling his way onto his feet, soaked from head to boot and with once a head full of curly hair now clinging to his skin. why did she do that? the woman had managed to turn a playful initiation game into a brutal manhunt and now she was forced to face her intrusive actions. a part of her didn't understand why she would ever think to forcefully shove someone down with the heel of her boot, let alone draw blood. but another part of her was.. angry. bloodthirsty. and enjoying every minute the man had spent dragging himself back up. it was fueling an eon-old feud that celine was painfully unaware existed at the moment.

but everything about him.. whoever he was.. triggered a side of her she didn't know she still had. and a sudden angelo accent that dripped from his bloodied mouth further fueled the flame in her consciousness that told her to explode.

"oh, i didn't come here for a fight.. senior."

cerberus fixed her full, plump lips to mock his announced title. he seemed to have stated it with a purpose, and everything about that was comedic to her. the usual warmth in her dark brown eyes showed no signs of love or light. they were cold and fixated on his pair of grayish-blue hues. and her stance was nothing but predatory.

as gadriel swiped some blood off with the cuff of his top, celine glanced down at the spot he stood over and spotted what appeared to be a book of some sorts. the content? she didn't know.. and to be frank, no part of her cared. the only thing that persuaded her to walk over and swipe it from the ground was his potential reaction to her bold move. when she picked up the book and walked away from him slowly, a tinge of curiosity peaked within her. maybe she was a smidge bit curious as to what the camp ouroboros senior was carrying with him. and with no intention of asking for permission to do so, she haphazardly flipped through the pages of the notebook, eyes flickering slowly to the brilliant sketches of.. plants?

you have got to be kidding me..

celine scoffed, and the gaze she flickered towards gadriel was one of question. now holding the book carelessly in between two fingers, she made her way back towards him before letting her voice break whatever silence had built up between them.

"...and in case that shove wasn't obvious? i don't give a fuck about your peace."

hatred had spewed from her lips like venom as she forcefully tossed his plant book into the stream next to him. a feeling of satisfaction overwhelmed her watching as his precious notebook caused a small splash in the water. no part of her cared to be cordial with him.. for whatever reason.., and she would bask in the joyous emotion that being destructive towards gadriel was giving to her.

How's that for peace, senior?

MOOD

careless

OUTFIT

peep the fit.

LOCATION

camp ouroboros; woods

TAGS

Kovacs

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