Zachariel
Pet Name: Zachariel
Owner: Arachnia
Theme / Type: Inferno Skillow
Born: February 29, 2008
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 8
Love Sick, Bites: 25
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 1
Defense: 1
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Wings of Scarlet and Gold
Zachariel flies over the mortal world unseen. Those faint rays of light streaming through the gaps in your curtains? That's light, reflecting off ruffled feathers and light brown hair as they danced against the wind. And if for a few seconds shadows fall and everything darkens, but there is nothing making it... That means he had just flown past, checking for trouble and remaining at guard.
He is the Angel of the Sun, here to welcome a new day. As the glimmering stars fade and dark blue wings unfurl in a final dance, feathers burning scarlet and gold will take its place. Although Zachariel had not met this - Angel? Entity? Celestial being? - he had caught glimpses of him once or twice. A hint of large, dark azure wings with shades of red and violet, the void of space and constellations in each feather, ruffling against the wind as he took flight, only to return again to a new night; a different dance.
Zachariel saw him turn his head once, ebony hair catching in a halo of light, golden eyes meeting dark blue etched with curiosity for a split second, before disappearing against the cerulean skies.
He remains a mystery.
Every time Zachariel descends, wings of fire reflecting light in every direction, bright, azure eyes follow his flaming trail. Eyes the same blue as the skies which he paints with palettes of gold and shades of red. Lighter and gentler, compared to the dark and obscured of the mysterious midnight angel.
'Don't think I don't notice, Angel' he would have liked to say, but Zachariel enjoys this little game of mystery and the voice at the back of his head whispers the Observer already knows.
They know they will cross paths eventually. But before that, this game will continue; until then, when the Observer is finally pushed into action and the mysterious dancer reveals himself in full light, the Angel of the Sun will wait patiently. After all, when the time comes, all of this will vanish and will be replaced by terror and destruction - he should not take it for granted.
And so, every day, when the sunlight wakes you and you blink the dust of sleep from your eyes, glance out the window and you can see at the corner of your sleep-heavy eyes the ruffle of feathers as one Angel leaves and another remains.
If lost, please return to Arachnia.
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| says oh heres another bird *looks at him like hes going to fight it and thinks* nope not him it has to be more scary! can we play? |
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