Is Heaven Missing an Angel? (Madeline)

[fylnn]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=9e9a93] His blonde hair still concerned him as he walked along the shoreline, just as it had done nearly five years past, back when he was stupid and oh so terribly weak. Now he was stronger, he had muscles and he also had learned the art of fighting though he still refused to use it expect for the noblest causes because hurting any creature was the act of a villain not a hero, which was what he inspired to be. Sinking to the level of the savages was not a thing he planned to do, rather he would not pick on those who opposed his ideals, unless of course they attacked him first. Like the brutes who dwelled on the very land he crossed, the vile creatures that had marred the perfection on his face. The mere thought of how ruined he now must appear tore him apart just as the villainous lion’s claws had flayed his tender skin in a flashing second. Gentle hands curled into fists, fists that could smash a nose into pieces if Fylnn so chose but no, he thought with a quick shake of his head, he wouldn’t sink to that level. He would keep his head high, full of only good not the foul evil that brought brave men to their knees because they could not resist the temptation of revenge for whatever defeat they had suffered. Fylnn had definitely suffered such a defeat. He’d been left lying there, barely alive, a mess of skin that had once been called an angel carved in the flesh but now was nothing more than a sadistically mutilated almost corpse for the crows to feast upon. It was only his pure determination that had made him slowly drag his twisted body forward inch by brutally long inch. The process of moving his broken frame across the border to the decrepitated park that was the closest piece of neutral land to the Carna was the most awful task Fylnn had ever undertaken. Every little nerve in his body had been screaming at him to stop this seemly pointless and near indubitably pointless quest but no, he had persevered and made it. There he had laid, beaten and bloody under the starry sky for hours, fighting the tide of exhaustion that had threatened to send him spiraling into an endless slumber. Yet he had lived to see the glorious sunrise and then a fellow Fulsi had seen him and while he had not enjoyed being dragged back to his ring by his feet by the weaker Fulsi, he was grateful that he had survived. For a while, after enduring a thorough tongue lashing from his raven haired delta, he’d felt ashamed by the stupid, stupid choices his younger self had made and the fact that he, a medic for pete’s sake, was being taken care of. It had shattered his confidence but yet it had also brought about an alteration in his very soul that he would never reverse, even if it meant regaining the faultlessness of his countenance. This change had brought him here, to test his will. He wanted to know if he could hold steady at the sight of one of those beast that had so scarred him. He needed to know whether he could stand the temptation of sweet revenge and if he could truly be entitled to call himself a real hero. His musings were suddenly interrupted when his boot found itself caught on the wet sand. Too shocked and too deeply lost in his daydreams to react to this abrupt pitch forward, Fylnn neglected to react in the normal way by throwing out his hands. The jagged rock imbedded into the sand instead caught his fall for him. Soon the sand was stained crimson with the blonde’s blood, he, himself lay silent as the grave beside the small stone. Only his bloody forehead revealed the reason for this and once again, nature proved that it works it strange ways. For the lamb had defeated the lion but only this time the lion was but a man and the lamb a simple stone.

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[madelinedavis]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=761958] A long sigh escaped Madeline's muzzle as she stalked around the Carna border, keeping her senses alert for anything suspicious. Her canine ears swiveled back and forth every once and a while, and her soft, black nose hovered just barely above the ground as she made sure to keep track of everything that was caught by her senses. Madeline always scouted better when she was in her shift form, and she also found that Maddie fought better in shift form whenever they ran into any enemies, though over time the two girls had become much better at fighting in their human forms. Despite this however, Madeline was simply content with getting away from all the commotion back at the home base. It was sort of nice, to just do her job and make sure that everyone in the Carna was safe from the masses of people who wanted to hurt them for everything her ring as done; doing her rounds around the border made Madeline feel like she was actually doing something important for her ring instead of just sucking up resources. Though she probably could do her job a whole lot better if Maddie wasn't being a total annoyance, like she always was. “Madeline, I'm boooooooored,” her counterpart drawled as the hallucination dragged her canine form behind Madeline. Madeline visibly twitched as her counterpart's whinny voice filled her mind. “Well, maybe if you would stop distracting me, I could get my job done faster and then you wouldn't be so bored, now would you?” Madeline hissed back, her soft paws silently padding against the grassy ground beneath her. Maddie chuckled a bit and poofed herself in front of her normally nicer personality, sitting directly in Madeline's path. Forgetting for a moment that Maddie was simply a hallucination, Madeline yelped and skidded to a halt so as not to run into Maddie. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the mattress this morning, hmmmmm?” Maddie taunted, her fluffy, silver tail wrapping around her paws. The dominant personality huffed in annoyance, glaring at her counterpart. “Can I just go through one patrol without you breathing up my back?” If Maddie was in human form, a huge smirk would have formed on her lips. “But what fun would that be?” A growl of frustration filled the air as Madeline walked around Maddie, trying her best to ignore the demon she was forced to share a body with. God, would the nightmare ever end? Madeline's argument with her other half was cut short as she picked up the sound of flesh hitting stone. Her ears shot up in alertness and her head quickly turned toward the direction of the noise, Maddie's complaining momentarily forgotten. Within moments, Madeline was dashing toward the sound, hoping that whoever had tripped wouldn't be a Carna member. The last thing Madeline needed was to have the burden of an injured Carna on her shoulders. However, when the intense smell of Fulsi hit her nose, she couldn't help but feel even more burdened. When she finally arrived to when she thought she heard the noise, she was shocked to find some random Fulsi face planted on the ground with a puddle of sticky blood pooling around his face and getting mixed in with his long blonde hair. For a moment Madeline just stood their staring, not knowing what exactly to do. “Just leave him there,” Maddie stated bluntly, making an appearance next to her counterpart, “I mean, he's a filthy Fulsi, just let him die there.” Madeline stood there for a couple more moments before shifting back to her human form and flipping the poor soul on his back. “What the heck are you thinking of doing Madeline?” Maddie asked with a steely harness to her tone. Madeline ignored her counterpart, look of concern etched into her face. “He's losing blood really fast...” “So?” Maddie quickly countered, “Why should we care? Just leave him there or throw his body into the lake or something.” Madeline looked up at the lake, so tempted to just get rid of the Fulsi man and be done with it. Yet, she found that guilt was keeping her from doing it. Maybe, just maybe by helping this Fulsi, she could sort of make up for what Maddie had done to that poor Fulsi youth during the raid. With a long sigh, Madeline hooked her arms under the Fulsi man's shoulder's and began to drag him off to netural territory where he would be safer. “Maddie! What the heck?!” Maddie yelled in disbelief, though Madeline tried her best to block out her counterparts objections. *** It didn't take that long to get the Fulsi to Delica Park, the closest neutral territory she could think of at the time. The whole trip Maddie had been hissing at her that she was making a mistake, that she would later regret being so stupid. But what harm could it possible do to help the poor man? It was just one time, and Madeline would just quickly clean him up and then get back to the Carna before anyone really noticed. It seemed logical to Madeline. The Husky shifter gently lay the man down on his back, making sure that she didn't irritate the man's wounds any more than she already had. Once he was down, Madeline ripped a bit of the end of her shirt and began to wipe the blood away from wound so she could get a better look at what exactly had happened. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up and spazz on her; that was the last thing Madeline needed at the moment.

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[fylnn]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=9e9a93] Groaning softly, Fylnn tried to gather his wits. His front screamed in agony that he fuzzily tried to place, yet he couldn’t despite his medical training. To him the world moved so slowly now behind the veil of his eyelids, the sounds too were muted and vague like the lion shifter was not truly there. That alarmed him ever so slightly but yet the panic was far off, detached and not so important as the swarming colors in his head. If the colors could make some sort of resonance, Fylnn believed it would be akin to the buzzing of bees and their stings would be much the same as the pain blossoming in his body. A shiver ran down his spine as nerves began to awaken, turning dull burns to sharp shooting pains and drove him to do something other than just lay down on the ground. Vulnerable in his prone position and at a disadvantage because of his confusion, Fylnn focused on his senses, the ones other than his sight. He didn’t want the risk of being assaulted by a patient enemy waiting for him to awake, so first he turned his focus to his gloved fingers. The fabric prevented much in the way of touch but still by placing a slight bit of pressure on the ground which he lay upon, he could just make out the texture of grass. It took a few moments for his clouded mind to process the fact that he had fallen on sand not grass. It appeared that he’d been moved for whatever reason. Now that he knew this odd fact, he figured that it might be best to discover whom had dragged him away. Inhaling deeply but extremely slowly as to not make as much ruckus he hurried to process the scent. For a while the answer was lying tantalizingly on the tip of his tongue, then with a start he pinpointed that mix of sea and mountain, battle and sweat. There was a Carna near him, a savage beast that was dabbing at his forehead? His eyes were still tightly shut and slowly as his muddled mind drew it’s self together, he found that he must have hit his head when he had fallen, that would explain the molasses like quality of his thoughts and perhaps even the attention towards his fore head. It would not however make the person how tended to him’s intentions any clearer. Finally sensing that this certain savage was not a threat not yet at least, Fylnn’s cerulean eyes fluttered open. A purple haired maiden was kneeling above him kindheartedly tendering to his wound. Flinching as the girl accidently pressed just a bit too hard on the lesion, Fylnn easily caught her hands in his own larger ones gently pulling them away from his head. Holding the slender appendages, he took a second to admire them. Small spots of blood marred their rough surface and while others might have distained the girl’s work worn hands, Fylnn saw them as merely a sign of determination and a will to survive in a brutal ring like the Carna. Staring up once again at the purple haired maidan, he wanted to kiss her as thanks for saving him but figured a greeting might be better. “Did the Carna raid heaven too?” He said with a charming smile. It was corny, even for him but his bruised brain could barely form any other, more proper greeting. Raising the stained hands to his lips, his kissed them and then pulled himself to a sitting position before continuing. “Because you must be an angel!” As the words slipped out cheerfully from his lips, Fylnn felt a sudden spell of vertigo overcome him. Hunching over, he mentally berated himself for not remembering his training. Never move a victim! With a moan he cradled his head in his arms, feeling the cool metal of his goggles slide across his wrists, slick with what he guessed must be blood. Shaking his blonde mane out of the way as not to get his golden locks dirty, Fylnn turned to his savior with a forced smile. “How bad is it, Angel?” His voice was steady but yet he couldn’t help the water works that threatened to well up behind his blue eyes. He didn’t want another scar, wasn’t he revolting enough with the three scratches that ran like tracks across his face? “Tell a disfigured fellow the truth of the matter.” This time there was a small crack evident in his low rumble, a sound he hadn't heard since puberty. Mental agony erupted in the blonde's mind, he was behaving like such a weakling, a stupid coward. He wanted to curl up by this kindhearted angel and cry out his eyes. Oh why did the brave always suffer the hardest? Pulling softly at his parka's lapels, Fylnn tried to keep it together, play the part of a lion. He must be strong and unrelenting for his ring and he certainly owed it to them to at least appear strong to one of their enemy's men or rather women. Bringing a hand up to his forehead with a wince, Fylnn tried to distract the girl's attention from his pain till he could compose himself. "Might you, fair angel, bless an unworthy fellow such as my self with gift of knowing thyne name?" Once again his voice was stable in it's tone and pitch, yet inside Fylnn was far from normal. Inside he longed to gently grab this strangely attractive women whom had saved him and pull her loveingly into his arms, Carna or not. He found solstice in her gold and blue cat's eyes even when he knew that those heavenly eyes would never look upon him with love, no one would. He was unfit for human eyes, too disgusting to ever be in anyone's heart. Shaking his head once again as if to dispel any hopeful wishes, Fylnn realized that like a rude brute, he hadn't stated his own name yet or even thanked the young lady who'd salvaged his worthless life. "My name is Fylnn Alexander and it is my great pleasure to meet you fair angel. You have my humble thanks for saving my life." If he had been standing he might have bowed to his forbidden angel but he was not so instead he settled on smiling sweetly at the girl.

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[madelinedavis]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=761958] Madeline's heart stopped as a slight groan escaped the Fulsi's lips, her whole body tensing up a bit. Suddenly the consequences of what she was doing flooded into her head like a typhoon, causing her skin to pale considerably. What if the Fulsi woke up and attacked her, thinking that she was the one to cause him the wound? What if one of her fellow scouts saw her while patrolling and was going to tell Adison at this very moment? Her lungs tightened up merely at the thought of the trouble she would be in for helping a Fulsi. But her worries were interrupted when the Fulsi started to move a bit, causing some more blood to come out of the wound. Madeline bit her lip, then decided to keep trying to get the blood to stop. Maybe the Fulsi waking up wouldn't be so bad. If he was okay enough to wake up, then maybe he would be okay enough to make his way back to the Fulsi where he could get a Medic to actually be of some real help. At the rate this was going, Madeline was beginning to fear that the Fulsi might suffer some serious damage because of the blood loss. The Carna scout didn't need another Fulsi hurt because of her own mistakes. One was just enough, and even that had been haunting her since she had gotten back from the raid. Hopefully, she'd be able to help at least one person. Maybe the two Fulsi knew each other; what a small world that would be? Madeline sighed at her own scattered thoughts, mindlessly moving some of his golden locks out of his face so they didn't get anymore blood in them. However, she couldn't help but note how soft his hair was...he must take really good care of it. And he must be outside a lot because of how tan his skin was...Madeline shook her head to try and clear the strange thoughts. Man, was she out of it today. Madeline was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that the Fulsi was awake until her hands were suddenly pulled away from her patient's forehead. Yellow and blue eyes went wide as the Fulsi began to stare at her worn appendages, only to have her eyes quickly droop back down in shame. The husky shifter only assumed that the Fulsi was probably mentally mocking the rough surface of her hands, something she was not proud of. In fact Madeline didn't like anything about herself, and didn't think anything was pretty about herself at all. From her frizzy lavender hair, to her worn out clothes, her beaten up hands and calloused feet, Madeline felt that it would be pointless to lie to herself and say that she was in any way attractive, because she knew that she wasn't. “That's right, don't lie to yourself,” Maddie agreed with a nasty smirk, “Everyone can see the real you, little Madeline.” Madeline couldn't help but agree with her counterpart, which was why she was so surprised when the Fulsi kissed her hands and began to speak: “Did the Carna raid heaven too? Because you must be an angel!” The Carna scout was speechless—an angel? Maddie's mouth hung open in both shock and disgust at the Fulsi's greeting, torn between falling on the ground and laughing her butt off, or to gag at the compliment's complete corniness. Madeline, on the other hand, blushed a bit at the comment, just as thoroughly shocked at Maddie. Though Madeline felt flattered and a bit embarrassed that the man would think she was an angel. “Don't take what he says too seriously, moron,” Maddie quickly hissed, dragging Madeline back down to reality, “He's probably just a player who wants to get into your pants.” Madeline felt her heart drop down to her stomach. She hated to admit it, but Maddie was probably right. What other reason would he have? A gasp slipped from Madeline's lips as the Fulsi hunched forward, gripping his head. “A-Are you okay?” She asked with concern lacing her tone. Madeline quickly grabbed the Fulsi's shoulders in a pathetic attempt to steady the man. The husky shifter was no Medic, her knowledge on wounds was limited to the mere basics, so she was completely clueless on what was happening to the Fulsi or how to help him. For Pete's sake, why did she have to be so useless? “How bad is it, Angel? Tell a disfigured fellow the truth of the matter.” Madeline could tell that the man's smile was forced, but she couldn't help but shyly smile back. “I'm sorry, but I'm not an angel...” Madeline whispered out, not sure if he could hear what she said or even if she wanted him to hear her comment at all. Maddie nodded curtly in agreement, “That's right, there isn't any angels around here.” Madeline eyes lowered for a moment, before she cleared her throat and continued. “A-And you're not disfigured,” she added with a small smile, “If you think those scars are bad, you should see the Carna Alpha.” A giggle escaped her lips at the comparison, but she immediately stopped herself. “Plus, y-your wound isn't that bad,” the scout quickly moved on, “I mean, with some treatment from a Medic you should be fine.” A thought came to Madeline's mind after that statement, and she quickly ripped cleanly ripped the bottom of her shirt and tied it neatly around his forehead. She tried to ignore her belly which was slightly showing because of the tear; it was a good thing she had another shirt back at Sewertown. “Sorry for the cruddy bandage,” she immediately apologized, “It's the best I can do for now to stop the bleeding.” Madeline just wished she could help more, but the Fulsi would probably be the safest if he went back to his ring. Madeline gave the Fulsi another worried look as he reached up and touched his forehead. Hopefully the wound would heal soon and then the man wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. However, her thoughts were interrupted as he asked her another question. "Might you, fair angel, bless an unworthy fellow such as myself with gift of knowing thyne name?" A blush crept back on Madeline's face again. Fair angel...unworthy...thyne? “This guy must have hit his head harder than we thought,” Maddie commented with a scowl. Madeline gulped a bit before replying to the man's question quietly, “M-Madeline, my n-name is Madeline.” The Carna looked down at her lap in embarrassment, not used to being complimented by anyone, let alone by a guy. "My name is Fylnn Alexander and it is my great pleasure to meet you fair angel. You have my humble thanks for saving my life." The Carna scout bit her lip a bit, not knowing how exactly to respond since she wasn't even supposed to be there. By saving his life, she could be putting both of their lives in grave danger. But she decided to keep that tid-bit to herself. “Um...y-your welcome, I guess...” She finally responded with a shy smile, “And, i-it's very nice to meet you, Fylnn.”

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