FFM Angel of Celestial Spheres It is a heady dance of light and dark and new life. Of gravity and physics, of liquid, air, and earth.This is Jehudiel's realm. It is Jehudiel's task to set the movement of the heavens, to keep all things in motion, whether living or dying.With a flick of his wrist, a comet spins out around newborn sun. With a stoke of his finger tips, two planets trade places in their steady orbits. With a great push, a solar system rotation is hastened.It's a balance, this dance, and Jehudiel must be ever watchful for the balance to shift.He dips and spins, and a galaxy turns with him; he sways and two moons collide.There is no stillness in this c
FFM 1 Angel of the East Wind You should know: I am not some insignificant angel. Oh no. I am the Guardian of the Gate of the East Wind. Impressed? Well, you should be.I have sent my gift to sailors and aviators who are at blown about at the mercy of the breeze; monarchs have entrusted winged messengers to the protection of my hands. I have eased the burn of distant desert and carried the healing rains to fields. I have breathed sweet perfumes into the deepest slums, and cast soft blooms before the most jaded eyes.I've offered my aid to the far corners of the globe, and yet… And yet, I am all unknown to the mortals below. I am here, tied to the East Gate, and nee
I Bare My Marque I Bare My MarqueIt has been, perhaps a little more than a year since I have last taken a lover. I'm sure you would think that strange for a D'Angeline, and certainly most would agree. And for a Servant of Naamah to have gone so long of her own free will? Most would declare that unthinkable.But I have done so. I made my marque those twelve months past, and I had not desired a patron since. That is not to say I have not practiced my craft. I am a servant of Naamah, but I have always been a storyteller first. My mother, an Eglantine adept, says it is her influence, and I daresay I must agree, though her own genius was more for ver
Skinwalker He comes. The skinwalker, the shapeshifter. Our tribe can see him, the skin of Coyote about his shoulders.He comes. Yee naaldlooshii, he goes on all fours. Our wives hear him cry, the voices of our loved ones in his throat.He comes. User of cursed objects, follower of Frenzy Way. Our children hide from him, his terrible charms to escape.He comes. The witch, killer of his own kin. Our braves will meet him, bullets of white ash to piece his skin.…He flees. The wounded one, danger to all Navajo. Our people will hunt him, a single wound to reveal the witch.
Angel of Purity You, child unhindered, look to she;Her hope illumes what may still be.In words, the angel cries to thee-‘Thy undiluted soul need see. My sweet, rest in this surety-You shall be all you strive to be.Thy light shall shine through purity.’Bright Taharial does so decree.
Angel of Death Azrael bit back a sigh as he watched the young girl scamper about the playground. They’d nearly reached the rip, that edge in the veil between his reality and her’s, when the 6 year old had spied the now twilight-dimmed swing set. There’d been little he could do to keep her from jumping on, her insistent “Fly now pwease!” bringing a slight smile to his face along with a sob to his throat.He’d held the title and position of the Angel of Death for centuries, and in that time he’d come to one agonizing truth: the children were always the worst. Adults often knew their time had come. They might fight it, sc
Angel of Harmony Plink plink. Plink plink plink.“Where are you going?” The teen whispered fiercely at the young woman ahead of him. He might have dared her to enter the old condemned house, but he’d never thought she’d actually do it. She glanced back at him, obviously distracted.“Don’t you hear it?” she asked. He stared back at her quizzically. She rolled her eyes at him, and turned back to the door she’d been trying to unlock. “There’s a piano in there…” She glanced back as the door finally opened. “Let’s check it out!”Without another glance at her friend, she stepped ins
Catharsis: Android Monologue Curtain rises. What appears to be a young woman with bright blue skin and pointed ears, Subject, enters and strides to center stage where Lab techs are waiting with several long tubes. She half turns and pulls her hair to the side revealing a set of valves in the back of her skull. The men attach the tubes to her and immediately leave the stage. She turns back to face the audience and begins to speak mechanically.Subject: Subject reporting. Model: E-34. Ident: 05-312. Eval: Catharsis procedure; court ordered.Documentation for court records begins now.For the record, Subject is here at the request of the prosecution. No formal charg
Angel of Thunder The sound of thunder echoed from the mountains. Great fat drops of rain began to fall, sending most of the villagers scurrying in from the fields. Not all, however. One stood, staring out into the darkening sky, trying to see into the heavy clouds themselves.Did the Grigori dance this day? She bit her rain wet lip and wrapped her arms around herself, not sure if she dared to hope they did or not. Thunder sounded again, closer this time; the storm was definitely moving faster now.“Ramiel,” she could not help but whisper his name. If any of the Grigori danced, he would be amon
Goodbye I cannot give you tears;I cannot let me weep right now.I cannot share, my dear;I cannot let me let us down.It’s so much deeper than I thought I knew,So much darker than I’d expected.It’s so much farther than I thought you’d go.So much time gone than I’d regretted.And more than all of theseSo much more grief.Goodbye.Goodbye.I don’t know how to feel this;I don’t know what to say.I don’t know how to forgive it;I don’t know who to blame.It’s so much more frightening;Yet so much worse than I feared.It’s so much harder to bear it;So much life that you’
Snow Fall Tiny toys and silver hands areAll I have for holding.Broken smiles and empty armsAre all too often folding.Little children play their games, butI shall never join them.Like falling snowflakes all the sameSo I cannot feel for them.If I Never see the Sky, then How would I find One friend?When might I be free?Day light Sinks inside the Cold night; Even stars hold Back light.How else can I be?Daddy says the winter’s never Lonely when you’re smiling.Still smiling’s always harder nowThat I’ve no hope of flying.If he never comes back homeI’ll never feel like family.Daddy
Shinin' it Up It ain’t easy turnin’ a bitty 5 x 7 foot berth into a home. No it surely ain’t. ‘Specially not when a certain Cap’n was all sorts of opposed to the thought of color and the like. Still, I like to think I’ve done it. Serenity helped, her bein’ all shiny on her own. My girl sure was pretty when I met her, but she weren’t too colorful to begin with.Ma sent me off with a mess of pillows and blankets and the like, so’s I wouldn’t get cold or nothing. And most of ‘em were nice and bright. Once they were all laid out on my bed, the little berth looked all sorts of cheerful. And once I got my
Celebration - Gundam Wordspill Spill it.When the fire engines arrived (along with a couple dozen Preventers employees in tow to view the gleeful damage. They were more than a little surprised to discover that the culprit wof the massive pyrotecknic blace was not in fact caused tby Preventure Maxwell (as wes the usual culprit in these sorts of cases-these sorts of course being any situation where a massive amount of thisngs might explode at any time.)No- Duo was actually innocent of this particular explosion. Instead, much toInstead, they found their own Chang Wufie, more than a little intoxicated on cheap rice wine and setting off more fireworks than could be found
Bliss XMass- A Sci-Fi Holiday “Come on, kids! It’s time for the story!” the nursery droid called, her carefully programmed voice resonating with the traditional joy and love so long associated with XMass.There was a sudden series of whirrs as each of the 3 doors to the nursery slid open, and her charges, from tiny not-walks to the older junior-techs flew through, pulling themselves through the air with the assistance of the handles found on the walls of the colony station for just that purpose. The droid waited with seeming patience as each of her charges lowered themselves onto the cushions scattered about the room, and then closed the doors and activat
Gundam Wordspills: Electricity Spill it.Heero sometimes wondered if instead of blood and bone, he had wire and currents beneath his skin. He’d heard it so often: he’s too fast, too smart, too psychotic to be human. It honestly made more sense for him to be some sort of robot, to be just an extension of Wing born only to pilot and battle and burn all that stood in this path. He and his strange band of ‘brothers’ might all be considered mear automatons. Running on battle fever to charge their cells until they finally fall to pieces. Deep down though, he knew there did beat a heart; or at least he knew that she believed it. And even Relena’
Boomtown Wordspill: Autumn Spill it.She hated autumn with a passion one wouldn’t associate with a mere season. Most days, she’s say that she didn’t’ really care which season it was, but then there were those days were she’d admit what she most often hid from her friends and collegues- that she just flated loathed the fading season.Growing up, Fall had meant school starting: a return to that special hell where cliques and bulies ruled and the shy sweethearted girl would be pushed back into the shadows. She’d had friends, mind, so it wasn’t a total loss, but she still missed the warmth and relaxation of summer, the promise of fre
Boomtown Wordspill: Staircases Spill it.Ray Hechler gasped for breath. He supposed he should have been trying harder to get back in shape, prior to this particular quandary, but in all honestly, he just hadn’t felt the need to do so. Generally, if a perp decided to run, he and his partner had a fairly solid pattern. Tom would run, and Ray would go for the car. It made perfect sensd really: Tom was just faster on foot, and Ray was one helluva driver.At the present moment, however, a car was not sougoing to be any help at all. The perp, according to the arial unit hovering just over the building via helicopter, was on the roof. So, in Tom and Ray had gone, onl
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