Taste of an Angel... ~ closed

There are different ranks among the angels, those that simply watch and observe the ongoings of the mortal realm. Those that become guardian angels, bring life into the world and at times, heal the sickly. Then you have the darker angels, not entirely evil, however, they do keep the balance of life flowing. Death, the reapers that guide the fallen to their destination in the after life. There are many, many other ranks that all have a part to play in the cycle of life that the One has created for the mortals. For the most part they all kept out of the others business and simply did their part. In a lot of ways, it is a rather lonely life and some do get bored, stray off and become fallen angels. It is rare that one returns after they have fallen, though, most would rather live among the mortals.

Sazalynn is among the healer ranks, she has been healing and giving life to everything and anything. Although, the mortals do fascinate her, she has enough destruction from them, that she tends to wonder of healing the plant life and the animals where she can. The other angels can take care of the mortals, where she saw no point in healing them when all they do is kill and hurt one another. Of course, she did see the good in a decent number of mortals, sadly, she still lost interest in them.

Centuries have gone by and magic has returned to the mortal realm. This magic started out simple enough, mortals practicing wiccan and witch craft among other things. Some practices were pure in nature, while others were more darker and dangerous. Years later, certain individuals grew stronger and actually learned how to use real magic. Life just went on from there. Magic grew stronger in time, more people were being born with natural abilities... then, there are the ones that remained human and stayed cleared of the magic users. Mainly because the magic users liked to experiment on the humans... or punish them. Whatever the case may be.

Sazalynn was flying over one of the few forbidden forests, following the moutain ridges. It is a trip she is done many times before, however, she never got too close to the earth. This forest is forbidden for a reason, there are many evil creatures out here. The dark magic fills the area and is so thick that it is difficult for Sazalynn to breathe. Which is another reason she sticks to the skies and out of sight. In the distance she could hear some animal in stress, it's cries filled the air. With her in particular, she can feel it's pain and naturally she went to go investigate more.

The sounds took her deeper into the forest, the thickest part at first and eventually it cleared out into an looking grove. The animal is in the center of this grove and it appeared to be a black panther. An animal she hasn't seen in a very, very long time since the humans hunted them all down. For a few moments she hovered in the air, looking to see if perhaps it is a trap. Everything in her gut told her that it is a trap and if she remembered correctly, the gargoyals ruled over this part of the forest. Looking up at the sky, it is nearly nightfall, when the gargoyals wake up. The best she can do is hope that there is enough time to save the panther and get out as fast as possible.

Luckily for Sazalynn, she is one of the fastest flyers among the angels, her wings were strong and powerful. The downfall is, it takes a couple of moments to take flight off the ground. There were many risks involved and she knew every one of them. Still, she couldn't allow the beast to suffer like this. with that, she took a risk and flew down to the grove, her wings folding back behind her as she looked down at the wild cat.

In a few seconds she healed its wounds and watched as it took off running into the woods. By this time, it is pretty much nightfall and she can hear the gargoyles waking up now. Their screeches filling the air, the stone grinding as they moved about getting closer. She took flight, thinking she is safe enough once she hits the sky. Unfortunately, a clawed hand grabbed her ankle, another grabbed her second ankle.... In no time, five of them had her down to the ground and they were ripping at her wings to keep her grounded. She tried using her staff to send a burst of energy and push them back, however, there were too many. Their clawing made her scream in pain as she tried to fight harder to get them off....

Brac, the miller's son, looked into the quiet pond. His moon light reflection was a horrible one. He was a gargoyle.

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A curse was laid on him that he would remain a gargoyle until he bed a virgin, had a child, then sacrificed both to the witch who lived on Porst Mountain, the same witch who had cursed him two centuries earlier.

He hated his gargoylish life, living in a cave, eating animals raw, enduring the seasonal elements, especially snow, but the worst part was that when dawn came, he turned to stone, remaining that way until sundown.

He avoided the other gargoyles, which were all nasty creatures, devoting their lives to death and destruction. They could communicate with one another, but he couldn't understand them.

Brac opened his eyes and looked at the fading of the day. He was grateful to see some of the colors of the world before all went dark. He could see fine in the dark, but he wished for daylight. He was still immobile as the rest of his body changed.

He heard the yowls of a wild cat and saw movement in the grove below where a black panther crawled on its stomach.

Movement in the sky caught his attention. It was a flying woman – an angel, he imagined, but he'd never seen one. He watched the woman land in the grove.

It had to be a stupid angel with all the gargoyles near their change. Brac's feet were the only part of him still stone.

The panther leapt to its feet and ran. The woman took to the sky. Brac was no longer stone.

Three gargoyles were in flight. The woman never had a chance as their claws grabbed her and brought back down to the ground.

Brac took to the air. By the time he reached the grove, the woman's wings had been ripped away along with her clothing. Her bloody body had claw marks all over it. Her legs were spread, and a gargoyle was preparing to mount her.

Brac dove at the ground. The gargoyle was thrusting forward just as Brac arrived. His claws sliced the air, and the gargoyle screamed as its cock was torn off.

The smell of its blood drew the attention of the other four gargoyles. Brac gathered the naked woman in his claws, and he flew with her into the dark night.

You will be okay, he promised. She would be helpless without her wings. There was a river in the next valley where he could clean her wounds.

The pain from her wings were too much that she honestly didn't comprehend that one them were about to rape her. Al she felt were claws, the scent of her own blood filled the air. Subconsciously cussing herself out, believing that it was all a trick. A trap for the gullible type like herself. Every single nerve in her body went into shock as this demon carried her. By this time, she is on the verge of blacking out and had no strength left to fight the arms holding her

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When he sat her down, instinctively she curled her wings around herself, trying to hide within them. Unfortunately, it was extremely painful to move them. Secondly, her feathers were thinned down so much that she couldn't hide.

"My wings... is broken..."

She barely got the words out before breaking outinto tears. She didn't appear to careabout the deep scratches in her arms and legs. All she cared about were her wings. They were her onlymeans of going back home.

"I.. I can not be stuck here.... I do not want to be a mortal..."

Curling up more, she reached up to touch what feathers remained as more tears stremed down her chheks. The unfornate thing about her abilities is that she really heal herself. The most she can do is take away some of the pain, do some light healing. However, it wouldstill take time for her wingsto be functional again. The whole time she didn't think to be afraid ofthe creature that.... rescued her?

When it came back, she flinched and whimpered at the softest touch.

"Why did you save me? Do you plan on killing me yourself"

She spoke softly and sounded a bit defeated as she couldn't stop petting the remains of her broken wing.

Brac set down on the river bank and placed the woman in the shallow water, which was very cold. My name is Brac. As he told his story, he carefully washed her from head to foot. She had skin torn and marred in many places by claws, which had poked and ripped at her body.

Infection was Brac's greatest concern. He took his time which each wound, making sure it was throughly clean. Her breasts were a bloody mess with both bite marks and deep rips from claws.

Her ass was even more damaged than her breasts. It took him an hour to clean the wounds on her ass. The night was half over by the time he finished cleaning every wound.

Her wings were destroyed; he feared the feathers might not grow back. Her right arm was broken and he set it.

“I'll be right back,” he promised.

He killed a deer and made an awl from one of its bones. Using sinew from the deer, he started to sew up the wounds on her ass. When he finished with her ass, he sewed the wounds on her breasts.

He flew with the woman and deer to a nearby cave. He flew back to the river and pulled up a large number of denefta plants, which would help with her healing.

She could barely focus on anything more than the pain ripping through her, then the freezing water made it worse. For some reason this creature.... Brac seemed intent on tending to her wounds. At first she did struggle with his language. Granted she has listened to many humans in the past, yet it has been quite awhile since she's heard it recently. Though, she did manage to get most of his story as she faded in and out of consciousness. At one point she tried to tell him her name, However, she spoke in the Angels tongue without realizing it. Sazalynn did try again a couple more times, hoping that he would figure it out.

Eventually it became impossible for her to stay awake and she blacked out during one of the areas he stitched up. There were plenty of moments when some pain shot in and she woke crying out, trying to pull away from the source causing the pain. Only to pass out again. During all this time she was shivering rather hard, from both the shock her body endured and the cold water.

She spoke quite a bit in her sleep, mostly apologies to the one who created her. Begging for him to come save her. Sadly, she knew the creator wouldn't come, he hasn't been seen since humans started destroying his planet and killing on another. His experiment had gone wrong and he vanished. Still, she is sleeping and that is all her subconscious mind to do to keep some sanity through all this. More than enough times she would jerk away from his touch and cry out in fear,not aware that it is the one who saved her... Yet, it did take long for her to calm down,curling up shivering. A few times she acted as if she is searching for something, mumbling things about a staff as she slept...

Brac had skinned the deer and laid the angel on the fur. He'd used the deer's stomach for a water container. When the denefta plants were squeezed, a white gooey liquid would be released, which was good for healing. He massaged the liquid into every wound.

The woman talked a lot, but most of it made no sense. She said, “Sazalynn,” a few times, and he thought it might be her name.

Brac knew dawn would be arriving soon, and being mostly out of her mind, she could wander off. He couldn't allow that.

Brac wrapped the deer skin tightly around Sazalynn, leaving one arm free. He sat in a corner of the cave with some deer meat and water close to her side, then he wrapped one arm tightly around her legs and the other tightly about her chest. He would keep her safe.

Dawn came and he slowly turned to stone.

Sazalynn slept for majority of the day, her natural abilities as an angel healed a decent amount of her wounds. The wounds that were deeper took more time and would leave a scar for life. When she did eventually wake while looking around, not remembering how she got here, or most of what happened after the attack. Slowly, trying to move and finding herself rather pinned down by something. Glancing down to the rest of her body, seeing that it is wrapped in the deer skin, which did bring comfort from the softness and the much needed warmth. Yet, she discovered rather quickly that there is more to her restrictions.... Stone arms were holding her down as well.

This instantly made her hit the panic button and she tried to struggle to break free, though being wrapped in the deer skin.. Fighting is impossible. The last thing she wanted to be is trapped here, although that struggle also quickly reminded her that her wings are severely damaged. They will heal and the feathers will grow back, unfortunately, that will take longer than the wounds on her body. Wings and feathers are not as easy to mend. The fresh pain hit her and caused her to stop struggling so much as she gave up. Even if she did managed to break free, she couldn't fly to get back home...

She did see the meat and the water, however, she didn't know what food really is. Never having a need for it, she doesn't even know how it taste or what to do with it. The water on the other hand, she did reach for it and drank quite a bit of it. Having nothing else to do, she simply went back to sleep until this gargoyle woke up. Then she will just have to go from there, although it did surprise her that he didn't kill her himself. The way he is holding her felt as if he is wanting to protect her... somehow, that actually brought comfort to her as sleep took over once again.

The sun descended behind the hills, and the gargoyle slowly returned to flesh. Brac opened his eyes. He never remembered anything of the time he was stone.

The angel was sleeping peacefully. He lifted her up and set her gently on the floor of the cave. He sat beside her and watched her. He was surprised to see her face was almost completely healed.

He wanted to see if there was any infection and opened the fur. Despite the damage to her body, she really was beautiful. He was delighted that she was healing so well. However, her wings showed no improvement.

He closed the furs and felt her head. No fever, which was very good. He noticed she ate none of the venison, but some of the water was gone.

Without even realizing it, he was caressing her head. You will ok little one.

Being an angel, there is no need for sleep and to be sleeping soundly like this is very unusual for her. Although he wouldn't know this and most likely saw it as normal. Subconciously, she did feel some movement, the slight pain in some areas as he moved the furs. Yet, in her eyes it was all part of her dream. At one point she did flinch from on of the more serious wounds. It wasn't until he started caressing her head that she calmed down and relaxed once again.

She slept for almost another hour before eventually waking up to a strange place. For a few seconds panic set in, not fully aware that she is using the creatures lap as a pillow. That's when she felt the light caress of sharp claws touching her face and through her hair. That fueled the panic and she quickly sat up and pulled away from him. Only to be reminded of the pain in her wings.

She came close to asking who he is, only to bite her tongue, somehow knowing he had already answered that. Looking around the cave, as if something will leap out and attack her.Breifly forgetting where she is. Making the mistake of attempting to stretch her wings and crying out painfully as the broken wing provided extreme pain.

"What did you do to me? I am not created to sleep and yet I slept? Why save me..What do you get out of saving me? I do not belong to this world of mortals..."

Sazalynn wanted to home, back to heaven... Back to where life is simple. However, she did manage to calm herself down, curling her knees to her chest and hid her tears.

"I apologize... I appreciate you saving me.. It's just in my experience, no one does something like this without wanting something in return... I have to get home...."

When the angel pulled away in fright from his touch, Brac felt bad. His physical appearance was that of a monster; still, it hurt, and her words: . . . What do you get out of saving me?. . .” Only added to the pain.

He thought about the curse; he would remain a gargoyle until he bed a virgin, had a child, then sacrified both to the witch who lived on Porst Mountain.

Brac sighed – if he remained a gargoyle forever, he would never do such a terrible thing to anyone.

“. . . no one does something like this without wanting something in return. . . .”

Sazalynn, can you imagine life with no friends, no love, no hope, and without end? I'm a human living under this curse. You are the first person I've spoken to since the curse began. In time you will recover, but I will never be free.

Brac could not stop the tears that streamed from his face. Why was life so unfair? Was there a way to destroy the gargoyle? Perhaps to take flight just before daybreak – the stone gargoyle falls from the sky and smashes to pieces. Can't do that until she is well and gone.

His words caused her to look up at him, feeling just as much as seeing his sadness through the monsterous appearance. Her social skills do lack a certain compassion, at the same time, she is without human emotions too. This fear is honestly new to her, this saddness confuses her. Sure, she has seen many people with these emotions, expressing them in various ways. Even in the animals she has seen such things. To experience them... To actually feel any of them... That is all new and very confusing for her.

"I do not fear you because of what you are... I am not used to being touched by any creature. Human.. Monster.. any other creature... My reactions are justified.."

She really did try to not sound harsh as she did her best to regain her composure. This fear is a burden and it is something she has to overcome and quickly. There were more important things to deal with, also... she hated this fear too. It didn't make sense to her and it is clear that this creature is no threat to her. After listening to his words, she did manage to relax more and he can see the confusion filling her eyes as she watched him move about.

"That is the only kind of life I do know.. I am creature created to obey. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not know human emotions such as this love and hope that you speak of. In fact this is the first time I have experienced fear and pain. I do not understand these human emotions. I have seen them when watching humans from above, I know what most of them are after dealing with humans for so long. Yet, I have never experienced any of those emotions... until now."

She glanced outside the cave and towards what little of the sky she can see. That is when a hint of sadness hit her, though, it quickly faded since she didn't know what it was or how to process it.

"I have never had... friends??.. I have my brothers and sisters that were created with me. But we do not really speak to one another, we simply do our job and follow orders. It has always been that way. I know of no other way to live. It will take time, but I can try and find a way to break this curse you are under. That is my job.. to heal and curses can be healed with the right spell."

That is when she winced when bringing her wings forward to examine them more, again.. that tinge of sadness overwhelmed her when seeing her beautiful wings destroyed.

"Unfortunately, I can not heal myself. It will take months for these to heal properly.. Months of being in the mortal realm..."

An angel can only remain in the mortal realm for so long before they are considered fallen and become mortals themselves. After three months, they begin to gain more and more human emotions and desires. The rest falls into place after that.

Sazalynn said, “. . .I am not used to being touched by any creature. . . .”

Brac felt a great sadness for Sazalynn. How could anyone live without touch? Without thinking, he reached out and gave her a hug.

“. . . I do not know human emotions such as this love and hope that you speak of. . . .”

Shock filled Brac's mind. What would it be like to not know emotions? He could see the hurt and confusion in Sazalynn's face. In that moment he realized that they had one thing in common. He turned to stone at night, but she was stone inside all the time. Sadness at his situation and hers caused him to weep.

In all this time as a gargoyle, he had never wept, and now he'd wept twice on the same day. He couldn't comprehend this release of emotion.

Daylight will be breaking soon, and I'll be stone once more. All I ask is that you stay in the cave. Gargoyles will not be about, but there are other dangers, and I need you to be safe.

"I have never had... friends? . . .”

Sazalynn's words continued to astonish Brac. What is life without friends? I'll be your friend, Sazalynn. She likely had no idea what a 'friend' meant. I'll listen to you, help you as I am able, keep you safe, take care of you, and when you are well, I'll make sure you can safely leave this place.

Brac wanted to weep for his final promise to Sazalynn for then he would be alone again – until death.

“. . . I can try and find a way to break this curse you are under. . . .”

He heard her words, but he was not encouraged by them. He had not told her the full truth of the curse, and he never would. Thank you, Sazalynn, that is what friends do: help one another.

"Unfortunately, I can not heal myself. . . .”

The sadness in Sazalynn's voice made Brac want to weep. He wrapped his arms about her and said, Don't be sad. Friends comfort one another, and sometimes that helps take the sadness away.

Brac released Sazalynn and moved deeper into the cave. He slowly began turning to stone. At the end, even the tears on his face became stone.

Sazalynn was stunned by the things he said, even more stunned by the fact that he would cry for her. There has been no other in this world or the next that has cried for her. When he turned to stone, she stared at him for the longest time, touching him and examining his every feature. She wanted to wipe the tear from his eye, yet with it being stone, she couldn't. At least not without breaking him. In truth, she found him to be fascinating, there wasn't anything to fear. Despite what the others of his kind had done, she didn't truly fear any of them. If they were hurt, she had no doubts that she would heal them.. just like any other creature. However, she has become cautious around them and new they were dangerous in numbers.

After a few moments, she started to tend to her wings a bit more, cleaning them again with some fresh stream that ran into the cave. Putting on more oitment that she had found, assuming it is something he had made. The whole time wondering about him and his story, trying to figure out the truth behind it. She had no doubt that he spoke the truth, he had no reason to lie... Least none that she can see. If he is lying, then what does he gain from it? However, she can tell that he isn't telling her the entire truth either. There is more to this curse of his and is hiding something. That is what she wanted to find out....

By midday, she had finished tending to her wounds, healing what little could to ease the pain at the least. Unfortunally, she didn't have plans to stay within the cave. She needed her staff, there is no way she could allow it to fall into the wrong hands. It has been out there for too long as it is, causing her to believe that it is lost forever. Looking back at him, recalling that she did ask for it... Or at least she tried to. Yet, the words either never found voice, or he glossed over the question. Which comes back to the question of him hiding things from her. Perhaps he did have her staff and is hiding it somewhere. Yet, he hasn't really left her side since bringing her here...

For a short while, she did roam around the cave in search of it, thinking that he is hiding it. However, it isn't that big of a cave and he wouldn't have a place to hide something that big. That is when she roamed the outside, looking in random places for it. Still nothing, looking out into the distance judging where she is compared to where she was attacked. Somehow, it seemed further than she had expected, knowing there is no way for her to get that far on foot and make it back by the time he woke. It was then she finally felt the pull of the staff, her connection to it calling to her.

"Well, there you are..."

She whispered to herself while looking in the direction of where it is. There were hands on it, trying to use it and obviously failing. No other can use it without her. At least, that is the way it is suppose to be, it is linked to her blood and her soul. However, it can be used to find her as it searches for her just as much as she is for it. Eventually, it will lead whoever has it to her...

"I am afraid you will have to wait a little longer.. I will find you soon.. I promise.."

With nothing much to do, she sat outside the cave for a couple more hours, watching the forest below go about its daily buzz. Eventually, she went to the back of the cave and curled up around his feet and slept from bordom. Not to mention, the pain in her wings were exhausting and sleep is the only thing that made the pain fade for a time...

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Turek was a half-breed. His father was a goblin and his mother a human. He was also an outcast from both goblins and humans.

He'd decided long ago that he didn't need any of them and could get along just fine. He called this place where he'd chosen to make his home, the valley of death.

It was the deadly creatures that made it safe for him to live here because killing was what made him feel alive.

He never hunted at night. The gargoyles were one creature he wished to never encounter.

On this particular day, he was close to killing a deer that had foolishly wandered into the valley. A staff lay across his path. He could tell it was of value, and he picked it up. It felt warm which surprised him. The head of the staff was pointing to the northeast; as he turned in a different direction, the head of the staff turned to the northeast once again.

He didn't understand what it meant, but the staff was pointing in that direction for a reason.

He walked following the direction of the staff for most of the day. He spotted the woman on the cliff and watched her for a short while. He didn't have a woman and this one appealed to him.

When she entered a cave, he hid the staff in a crevice in the cliff and scrambled up the side of the cliff to see if he could find her.

Half an hour later, he crept quietly into the cave where the woman slept at the feet of a stone gargoyle, which he found to be very strange.

He'd come prepared and removed a vine from his belt. He flipped the woman to her stomach and bound her wrists behind her back.

He ignored her protests and bound her ankles as well, then he stuffed a cloth in her mouth and tied a vine to keep it in place. He picked her up and carried her on his shoulder. He was delighted that he had finally found a woman.

He climbed back down the cliff and headed for a hole in it that he'd spotted earlier. He would come back for the staff later. It was too close to dark now.

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Brac opened his eyes and looked around. Sazalynn was gone. He noted the large sandal prints on the floor of the cave that led up to where he'd slept. Someone's taken her.

He bellowed with anger and flew from the cave. His flight was in vain. There was no sight of her or anyone else. The only sounds were of the night.