Post by || Serenity || on Jul 29, 2007 15:27:54 GMT -5
ooc: This roleplay welcomes other Fallen Angels as well as Demons and Humans. The main plot is that the Demons are trying to capture all the Angels that they can and convert them into powerful creatures that can be used to help them rule the world. Setting is present time.
A slash to her cheek caused the light caramel form to turn her head away, lips pushed tightly together as she fought against the groan of pain that wished to escape. Her pale lips, chapped and dry, trembled slightly in anger as her head slumped low, the chains that held her wrist above her head rattling just slightly.
"Oh, don't be so dis-heartened," a dark, feminine voice whispered, stalking forth toward her as it loomed around, hidden beneath a silk black cloak. "Only for a little while will you have to endure all this pain." A spiked iron tail danced from the side of the cloak form, and it made another slash at the chained creature, this time marking upon her left breast.
"Tonya, she needs to be alive when we get there. Hell, stop messing with her already. Besides, I am getting tired of hearing your voice," a male called from the driver seat of a large moving truck, his head turned just slightly so his brown gaze could glow a hot, bloody pool of red.
"You're no fun," the female mumbled, watching as the chained girl remained slumped on her knees. Her dark, leather feet silently padded from one side of the moving vehicle to the next, observing the dark haired creature as her silky white dress absorbed the blood the seeped from the wound of her left breast as well as the blood the fell from beneath her right eye, landing on her lap. Well...the dress was once a silky white, but now...it was shredded in man areas, torn and baring holes as well as covered in dirt. Now, of course, blood was also to mark its once 'serene beauty'.
The streets of New York City were busy, no doubt, but the roads that lead to alleyways were quiet deserted nonetheless. Many mortals spent their times walking by as quickly as they could from certain streets, for a air about them would send chills down their spines. Well, they had all the reason in the world to worry. Demons lurked the streets, already masters of disguise for few people knew who was human and who wasn't. But there were those few mortals who made it their life's mission of destroying them, and worry did once call through the dark creature's minds. But now, knowing what they knew, they figured capturing all the angels they could and manipulating them could help take down the human race.
"She put up a damn good fight, but how come she doesn't say a damn thing?" Tonya questioned the driver as he pulled the large vehicle down a abandoned road, searching around for the old building many of them used.
"Maybe she doesn't what to hear your voice either," the male grunted, ignoring the storm of curses the flew his way.
In her position, with a heavy heart, the angel now understood just how deep of a meaning "Fallen" really meant. If a angel fell, their heart would slowly consume Sin. They would be more pure than demons and mortals, but not pure enough to return to heaven.
Golden brown eyes stared up at Tonya, hard with hatred and lusting for revenge. Her swan-like extensions rustled a bit, stirring around the fallen feathers that fell during her struggle before she was chained up.
She was scratched and bruised on the outside, but hidden within, she was thirsty to fight. Already sin had found a way within her, and sadly...she didn't know it.
The car came to a stop beside a old company building, and soon she heard a few taps on the back door.
The driver was already out, and Tonya was giving a small grin that was hidden beneath the hood of her cloak. Her claws tore at the girl's shoulder as she made her way forth toward the driver area, also exiting out of the door.
Again, more blood to shed...
The angel looked around, tugging slightly at the chains that tortured her sore wrists. Outside she could hear a lot of voices, mainly consisting of males though a few seemed to be female.
Her thoughts were racing, but one seemed stronger than the rest.
'What are they going to do with me?'
"Oh, don't be so dis-heartened," a dark, feminine voice whispered, stalking forth toward her as it loomed around, hidden beneath a silk black cloak. "Only for a little while will you have to endure all this pain." A spiked iron tail danced from the side of the cloak form, and it made another slash at the chained creature, this time marking upon her left breast.
"Tonya, she needs to be alive when we get there. Hell, stop messing with her already. Besides, I am getting tired of hearing your voice," a male called from the driver seat of a large moving truck, his head turned just slightly so his brown gaze could glow a hot, bloody pool of red.
"You're no fun," the female mumbled, watching as the chained girl remained slumped on her knees. Her dark, leather feet silently padded from one side of the moving vehicle to the next, observing the dark haired creature as her silky white dress absorbed the blood the seeped from the wound of her left breast as well as the blood the fell from beneath her right eye, landing on her lap. Well...the dress was once a silky white, but now...it was shredded in man areas, torn and baring holes as well as covered in dirt. Now, of course, blood was also to mark its once 'serene beauty'.
The streets of New York City were busy, no doubt, but the roads that lead to alleyways were quiet deserted nonetheless. Many mortals spent their times walking by as quickly as they could from certain streets, for a air about them would send chills down their spines. Well, they had all the reason in the world to worry. Demons lurked the streets, already masters of disguise for few people knew who was human and who wasn't. But there were those few mortals who made it their life's mission of destroying them, and worry did once call through the dark creature's minds. But now, knowing what they knew, they figured capturing all the angels they could and manipulating them could help take down the human race.
"She put up a damn good fight, but how come she doesn't say a damn thing?" Tonya questioned the driver as he pulled the large vehicle down a abandoned road, searching around for the old building many of them used.
"Maybe she doesn't what to hear your voice either," the male grunted, ignoring the storm of curses the flew his way.
In her position, with a heavy heart, the angel now understood just how deep of a meaning "Fallen" really meant. If a angel fell, their heart would slowly consume Sin. They would be more pure than demons and mortals, but not pure enough to return to heaven.
Golden brown eyes stared up at Tonya, hard with hatred and lusting for revenge. Her swan-like extensions rustled a bit, stirring around the fallen feathers that fell during her struggle before she was chained up.
She was scratched and bruised on the outside, but hidden within, she was thirsty to fight. Already sin had found a way within her, and sadly...she didn't know it.
The car came to a stop beside a old company building, and soon she heard a few taps on the back door.
The driver was already out, and Tonya was giving a small grin that was hidden beneath the hood of her cloak. Her claws tore at the girl's shoulder as she made her way forth toward the driver area, also exiting out of the door.
Again, more blood to shed...
The angel looked around, tugging slightly at the chains that tortured her sore wrists. Outside she could hear a lot of voices, mainly consisting of males though a few seemed to be female.
Her thoughts were racing, but one seemed stronger than the rest.
'What are they going to do with me?'