[Fallen]

THE FALLEN

and I can only hope, that I will be remembered

The years spent in limbo were not kind to the towering behemoth. Black and silver scars littered his heavy bodice, lightly feathered limbs like that of stone with cloudy blinded eyes to match. and so like death, his life had not been a kind one either. His ghostly bodice had already once entered the heavens, however what held him here seemed to dissolve and so did his hold here. Foggy tendrils seemed to wrap around his limbs now, snaking up the stony appendages before dissipating in the air. The giant let his head hang meagerly, long wispy locks falling in tangled swaths along his massive crest and tickling the long lashes that shielded his melancholy orbs. As he stood there, still as calm waters his mind wandered... back to his life, back to its end and its beginning..

Hate had been bore into his heart at a young age, the deeds of malice, destruction, degradation and all sown into his flesh when he was but a babe still suckling at the tit. A dark hearted being had raised him, forcing his atrocities in the name of the father. The Fallen had destroyed a young filly at his own young age at the behest of the dark father. Mutilating her body, destroying her bones... her soul. still her ghastly broken face haunted him. Her sweet innocent corrupted by he, damned to wallow behind him and illuminate his steps in the darkness. However, the sweetness that befell the broken ghost childs face was more of a punishment than anything as her innocence was his and she loved him so. Cold lips of the ghastly child brushed at his chest, mimicking the cool grasp of the fog. The Fallen's hard lips threatened to crack a smile if but for a moment but was soon replaced by the straight line he normally carried once again.

However, those first years were soon replaced as he left those lands stained in blood and found his way into Elutheria. There... oh there he had been on his way to atonement, however whatever lord resided above did not see it so. He had lead a light kingdom for years, sired strong capable children... fell in love with a beastly mare that gave him his most precious of all. His Darling unholy Trinity. She was as black as pitch, cruel... a profound huntress of prey and equine alike. She had sired him not only his precious Trinity, but his diligent Eli and the bearer f his destruction; Lucifer. Thick, notched harks swiveled to press firmly against his skull at the thought of the alabaster stained demon. God continued to punish him through the beast, allowing the devil himself to steal the soul of his most promising spawn. The fallen knew as soon as the devilish child hit the ground that such a being would finally be the death of him. And such, The Fallen ruled in his land for years, and years.. Lucifer slinking in the background like the snake he was. Building his own army, calling forth the damndest of creatures to bear his seed... yet in the end it was Lucifer himself who came like a plague in the night. The Fallen fought his son with everything he had. his aging frame the greatest downfall of the monstrous giant. However, as The fallen fell, and Lucifer took the last breaths from his fathers lungs he was granted a chance to see what his life meant to those within the land. A mourning set for him after his demise, those from all walks of life coming to vow vengeance upon the alabaster colored devil.

And now, he stood here, his previous time in this land brief but long enough for him to have remembered one specific name.... Rasa.

The giant unpinned his harks then, his head turning ever so slowly to bend around to his side, milky orbs unseeing but knowing. Wispy locs flicked lazily at his sides then, the tip of the banner dragging a few inches along the ground before being flung. The Fallen straightened his bodice now, his massive skull rising as he stretched the aged muscles in his nape. "Rasa," He began, "I humbly request an audience with you..." The 19 hand behemoth let a soft deep nicker rumble from his hard lips then as he slowly let his head come back to an at ease position. A patient beast he always was, a patient beast he would always be.


Tagged: fleabittengray
WC: 746
OOC: bear with me, I haven't posted TF in YEARS but super excited to play him again and have him able to regain his sight and wings!

[fleabittengray]

I've drowned and dreamt this moment
So overdue, I owe them
Swept away, I'm stolen

So much happening and yet, at the same time, life seemed to be at a standstill. She was waiting for the Underworld to make a move, all while he angels stood idly by. She had been so sure there would be more going on with the angels, after her announcement in the mortal realm. They had banded together to capture Everest, and she had later also captured Venari, another one of Xerxes' Fiend children, but now... Utopia was quiet. She did not see much happening in the realm. She was desperate for help, could feel herself crumbling beneath the pressure. Nehemiah had been gone over a year now. There was no telling what damage that the Underworld was doing to his being, his soul, his will to live and to lead. She worried for him. She was getting desperate, she knew that she was, and she had discussed a potential play with her son, Leviathan. Levi was willing to do whatever it took to get their Lord back, even if it meant putting himself in danger. She knew he would do whatever she asked - it was just a matter of asking him. How did one ask their own child to do something so risky, so dangerous? But he was the only one that could do it... Clenching her jaw, Rasa flew within the realm of Asphodel, lingering near the area set aside for Judgement. She could sense a soul nearby, but they'd not called out to her - to anyone.

And then, as if they had read her thoughts, she heard a voice calling out: for her, specifically. "Rasa, I humbly request an audience with you..." There was something familiar about the voice, like she'd heard it before, but not in a long time. Curious, and knowing it was her duty to respond to the call, the angelic being flew toward the source of the summons. The sound of large flapping wings could be heard overhead as she circled around the beast, his scent also familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Still, she had a gentle smile on her face as she descended from the heavens. Her hooves touched earth before the large beast and as she peered at him, a name came forth from the recesses of her memory. "Fallen," she greeted the brute, "what can I do for you?"

[Tagged: Fallen ]
[Words: 391]
[Character: Rasa]
[Notes: Here we go!]
[Timeline: 19 years 7 months, winter, after Gidge thread]

[Fallen]

THE FALLEN

and I can only hope, that I will be remembered

The Fallen remained eerily still, knowing soon his soft request would be heeded. It was merely moments before the sound of large wings above shifted into his large notched harks. The Fallen still only stood there, the sound of the extra appendages slowing as hooves came to land not far from him only causing his heavy skull to move softly in the direction of the being. "Fallen, what can I do for you?" Large harks flickered at the sound of the Lady's voice, a sheepish tired smile cracking at the behemoths lips. "O' Rasa..." The Fallen started, his deep baronites a heavy rumble from his deep chest, "I wish to see again." He paused for a moment. He wished for more, to be of service. "I wish to be of service once again." the Fallen mused, "My soul is tired, my bones weary. Give me strength to be again." The stone like stallion said, his melancholy orbs falling upon the frame of the Lady. Though unseeing, the shimmer of her own soul a weighty pressure to his milky eyes and heavy chest. The Fallen let his heavy skull lower then, long wispy tendrils falling in wafts across his face and nape. Long grey lashes shadowing his milky eyes, as lids closed for a moments before parting lips let his speech flow again. "Bless me with thy wings once more, and use me as you see fit. My soul, though battered and impure, is yours to have. A sword for you to bare against your enemies, a reprieve for weary souls and babes. Any task you require of me shall be done." The fallen let his rambles ease into silence, melancholy pools rising to settle upon the outline of Rasa's face. He would be the hammer sent to nail her enemies and those of Heaven. The plague sent to scourge the earth of its demons and opposition. In his mortal life he was a soldier of the lord, of Heaven; nothing would change here... and should the Lady of Heaven so see it be.

So it would be.



Tagged: fleabittengray

WC: 343

OOC: I missed this blind man <3 and sorry for all his rambles lol

[fleabittengray]

I've drowned and dreamt this moment
So overdue, I owe them
Swept away, I'm stolen

How long had it been since The Fallen was here? Where had he gone off to? What had happened? She was curious but she also had many other things to worry about right now. There would be time to discuss things with The Fallen later on, should he manage to pass his task in order to get into Utopia. She had no doubts that he would be able to pass a task. She believed in him. "O' Rasa..." The blind stag greeted her in deep tones and a smile blessed her features. "I wish to see again." She could understand the desire to see again. Once you had vision, you never forgot it. You would always want it. "I wish to be of service once again." Those words in particular caught her attention. Did he know that the Afterlife were on the brink of war, that this was the calm before the storm? Both the Underworld and Utopia were ticking time bombs ready to go off at the slightest disturbance. All either side needed was a reason...

"My soul is tired, my bones weary. Give me strength to be again." His eyes shifted in her direction, looking at her without seeing her. Rasa looked back at Fallen, and she sighed heavily. "You have come at a less than peaceful time, Fallen, I must warn you." She was not trying to make him not want to go to Utopia, she was just being honest. "Bless me with thy wings once more, and use me as you see fit. My soul, though battered and impure, is yours to have. A sword for you to bare against your enemies, a reprieve for weary souls and babes. Any task you require of me shall be done." She debated with herself for a moment, wondering what task would serve a good purpose for both The Fallen and herself. In the end, she settled on one. "Your task will be to venture to two herd lands. Let them know that Utopia is looking for allies. Tell them I sent you, and should you be able to get us an ally or a soul to claim in the process, you will be gifted with a higher rank, perhaps even a Virtue, if you'd like. Either way, once you've spoken to at least one member in two different herd lands, your task will be completed. Return to me, and I will welcome you into Utopia."

[Tagged: Fallen ]
[Words: 407]
[Character: Rasa]
[Notes: His task is just to visit 2 different herd lands (your choice) and speak to at least 1 member of each of those lands about Utopia seeking allies. Bonus points if you get a character to give their soul to Utopia/get a herd to align itself with Utopia! Please tag me in any task threads so I can stalk them. <3]
[Timeline: 19 years 7 months, winter, after Gidge thread]

[Fallen]

The behemoth's melancholy eyes fell gently upon the heavenly monarch, notched harks flicking gently to the sound of her voice. You have come at a less than peaceful time, Fallen, I must warn you. The Fallen's stony facade did not waver, his form steady in its place. His life was not an easy one, the threat of uncomfort did not phase the beast. Your task will be to venture to two herd lands. Let them know that Utopia is looking for allies. Tell them I sent you, and should you be able to get us an ally or a soul to claim in the process, you will be gifted with a higher rank, perhaps even a Virtue, if you'd like. Either way, once you've spoken to at least one member in two different herd lands, your task will be completed. Return to me, and I will welcome you into Utopia.

The Fallen listened intently, his thick harks listening to the inflections within her voice as she delegated him tasks. Simple enough so he thought. The Fallen let the silence settle for moment before he parted his lips to speak; "If it is war that looms on the horizon, the threat does little to phase me." He paused, "I graciously accept my tasks, Rasa." The Fallen let his heavy skull dip to his chest, wispy tendrils falling along his roman like nose. Slowly his head rose now, heavy crest rounded as melancholy voids turned to look at the darkness past Rasa's glowing outline. Few thoughts rummaged through his grey matter, his massive bodice turning away. He would begin his descent to the mortal realm now, ready to spread the word of Rasa to regain his wings once again.