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Silly Ole Bear
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Ooc: Wait, Roland, are you controlling me on how I should post??? I am sorry, that's how it seems to me. Hey, where did everyone go? Lava... Fallen... even that Chaos fellow. Whats going on here?
Well, I am going to post... roland, and I will leave out any person helping me. If you want Malaki, or whoevr to help me, with her specific personality, make it so she comes in after my post.
He woke up, his head throbbing. Michael tried sitting up, but he couldn't. He looked down at his hands, they were tied.
He was tied to the bed. Michael jerked and pulled on the ropes, but it was no use. He was on there, tight.
Michael looked down at his feet, tied as well, and a blanket tightly wrapped around him. He felt his wings, they were bandaged close to his body, he couldn't move them.
They had done a pretty good job. He was staying there for a while.
Michael stretched his neck. The bruises were healing slowly, the benefits of an angel body, fast healing.
The spit was now caked on his face. He wanted to wipe it off, but he couldn't.
Michael could hear shouts outside, one of the voices was Lucifer. He was sure of it, he couldn't make out the other one.
They seemed to be in a heated arguement. He wanted to be out there with them. He tried to struggle again, but the ropes showed no sign of giving.
He saw the tent flap move, bright light from the morning sun came into the tent. Michael closed his eyes.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Well, I am going to post... roland, and I will leave out any person helping me. If you want Malaki, or whoevr to help me, with her specific personality, make it so she comes in after my post.
He woke up, his head throbbing. Michael tried sitting up, but he couldn't. He looked down at his hands, they were tied.
He was tied to the bed. Michael jerked and pulled on the ropes, but it was no use. He was on there, tight.
Michael looked down at his feet, tied as well, and a blanket tightly wrapped around him. He felt his wings, they were bandaged close to his body, he couldn't move them.
They had done a pretty good job. He was staying there for a while.
Michael stretched his neck. The bruises were healing slowly, the benefits of an angel body, fast healing.
The spit was now caked on his face. He wanted to wipe it off, but he couldn't.
Michael could hear shouts outside, one of the voices was Lucifer. He was sure of it, he couldn't make out the other one.
They seemed to be in a heated arguement. He wanted to be out there with them. He tried to struggle again, but the ropes showed no sign of giving.
He saw the tent flap move, bright light from the morning sun came into the tent. Michael closed his eyes.
"Well, what do we have here?"