Kaziel
Calm - Angelic - Supernatural
Pet Name: Kaziel
Owner: Arachnia
Theme / Type: Frost Jinx
Disease(s): Love Sick, Bites: 1
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 13 / 13
Strength: 16
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 8/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Blush Pomme
2. - CheeseSteak Sandwich
3. - Furry Pomme
4. - Nuclear Pomme
5. - Pie Pomme
6. - Pommepadour
7. - Pyramid Cake
8. - Snowflake Cookie
2. - CheeseSteak Sandwich
3. - Furry Pomme
4. - Nuclear Pomme
5. - Pie Pomme
6. - Pommepadour
7. - Pyramid Cake
8. - Snowflake Cookie
Angel of Solitude
Kaziel had watched the planet, seen the cosmos unfold with little interference, ever since he was born.
He had seen its growth; from the very first fish, heaving itself up an endless coastline, to empty, barren lands and lush, emerald rainforests. He had seen its colonisation, the construction of brick towers, the Tower of Babel, a desperate scramble to reach heaven and then its collapse, their howls of divine wrath. He remembers the very first men and women, the fall into temptation, the fight for good, the fight with a brother, self-sacrifice and faith. He remembers it all.
He was always there. Bright, azure eyes reflecting the movement of the vast skies; watching silently as deft, nimble fingers trace the blue canvas, fingers ablaze with the life of stars and constellations, untold stories at their very core. And as the night washes away, the stars fading, dark blue weakens to shades of scarlet and gold, fire melting ice as wings of vibrant red entices the sun to rise.
He slips through space with the faint flutter of wings, here in one moment, there the next.
He was there when the first glass towers were built, when the luscious green was engulfed by grey, dull tarmac, the cracked lands overcome by metal tracks. Now he watches as metal beasts fleet past before his eyes, always in a hurry, the grey blurring into nothing.
Blinking against the blinding sunlight, cerulean eyes squint, watching the same train whizz past the same trembling tracks. He was atop one of the very few trees left in this area, bark peeling, yet its branches strong. The tree overlooks interlocking iron tracks and it was large enough for the angel's large ivory wings to unfold, light catching on the black feathers with tints of gold as he stretches his long legs, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He likes silence. But here, where vibrations rattle the ground and shake the leaves, where disembodied voices announce endless arrivals, faint in the distance, he sees normalcy and the interesting mundane.
Same train. Same tracks. Yet different people - nameless strangers with their own untold stories - the couple on vacation, smiling, hands held tight with a promise of forever; the man in the suit, phone attached to the side of his face, eyebrows furrowed as he mouthed silent words, angry words, Kaziel thinks; the boy with the backpack, eyes reflecting blurred trees as they zoom past his opaque window, a smudge of green on a bleak and gray canvas. Kaziel tilts his head, watches as the little boy clutches the backpack tighter, closer to himself as if for protection.
And although he is an Observer, he is also a Guardian and with a little nudge, Kaziel sets the lost boy in the right path. Home.
Kaziel smiles, stretches his legs and gets ready to take flight.
He observes. He guards. That is all he was ordered to do. But Kaziel knows that if he is needed, he will take action and not merely observe. After all, what use is observation, if you cannot put it into good use?
Boxed 28/12/13
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