forum *:Fantasy Roleplay*;

Started April 02, 2018 by @Purple-under_your-bed group

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//self-promo join my rp please it's called After America and is a dystopian story

"L-like what? Fighting? F-fighting that I can't do since it's from the air? A-and I wouldn't be able to get to the ground even to fight from there… I'm hopeless…"

She sighed. "We'll figure it out later. You should probably get some sleep."

Nathaniel nodded and lay down, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes again. Just to check, he tried to stretch out his wings. All he got was terrible pain and the knowledge that he could not use them. He bit his lip so as to not cry out, turning towards the wall and closing his eyes, attempting to ignore the throb in his wings and head.

She brought a blanket over and draped it over the young angel, before sitting down with her own cup of water. "Customer service, man," she muttered to herself. "12 years in hell did not prepare me for this."

All through the night, Nathaniel had flashbacks of the hunter and seeing his wings for the first time. He woke up several times, but never woke anyone. He just waited about five minutes for his heart to slow down, another for him to clear his mind, and then tried to sleep again. Needless to say, he didn't get much sleep.

“Demon, hm? Aren’t you supposed to be all evil and stabby?” Orion questioned.

In the morning, Lilith woke Nathaniel up and offered him some food and another cup of water. "We've probably got to take you to a proper medic to check out those wings."

"No, Orion, I got kicked out of hell for a reason." she rolled her eyes. "That reason is I wasn't 'evil' enough."

"Yes, ma'am…" Nathaniel sat up, still exhausted. He ran his fingers through his hair and gratefully accepted the sustenance. (Yes I use the word sustenance fight me lmao)

//lmao

Orion has laughed at that, as he considered the irony of it to be funny. In the morning, he woke up on the hard ground, and he groaned with pain as he sat up, an ache in his bones. He realized he must have blacked out when he had shifted the night before. He was in the middle of a clearing, now back to his human state. Blood was smeared on his clothes and around his mouth. He licked a bit from his mouth, sighing in relief that it was just animal blood.

"So where are we going, ma'am?" Nathaniel looked up at Lillith politely.

"Doctor's," she said. "Let's go."

"Yes, ma'am." Nathaniel stood up, swaying a bit on his feet. He took a moment to steady himself before following.

Soon, they arrived at the doctor's.

//@Urban wanna play the doctor

//I think he's gone

//@Urban is offline

//he's not replying here or in the other rps we're both a part of

//idk, you?

//meh, you can pick
im not doing anything really important

//lmao shouldn't you be sleeping? also im no doctor so let;s just skip this scene and you can pick where we start again

(Meh sleep is for the weak)
Nathaniel walked back to the store with Lillith, looking downcast. The doctor had confirmed what he'd feared: He would never be able to fly again. His bent wings hung at his back.