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I found myself, here, in the pews that people kneel if only to find your presence. I woke up, again, here. I watched as these people bowed there heads and prayed. I found myself among them, giving and giving because I could. Because these were our sheep. I woke among them, in the presence of their hymms I heard so long ago from above, and I was furious.
Because I am not a sheep.
Memories lost, memories gained
If you listen close the wind whispers a name
Anger and betrayal, the truth lost among the flames
Did I fall, or did I dive?
I must have failed to protect you.
My name is Eizariel,
El fuego es nuestro
Saludame en Llamas
Do you perhaps recognize or knew a female angel by the name of Zen or Zenadia/Zenah who associated with stars and the balance of good/evil
Hello, I do recognize this name and it’s associations. It reminds me of long talks about right and wrong, and weighing what we thought of it and at some points even questioning it. Would you perhaps recognize me as well? Eizariel, I was associated with haven fire and guardianship of right and wrong.
My name was Auriel (male). I had a -lot- of hair, soft and flaxen gold that I usually kept up in some sort of bun thing. I had delicate features with light-colored eyes and large white wings. I usually wore clothes of loose white cloth and went barefoot a lot of the time. I was generally serene and preferred observing to engaging. I can remember that my laughter was “like a bell” (as some who I cannot remember said) and that I spent a lot of time with Michael and that he and I were very close.
You sound familiar, actually. As well as being of Michael’s court and the No Shoes Club. Your description reminds me of sunsets spent braiding and listening to far off singing, though I can’t seem to place anything else.
An angel named Avariel, with a pair of red eyes and 4 golden wings. Does that sound familiar?
It does, but vaguely. It reminds me of golden lances and silks, almost the image of a Valkyrie and just as terrifying.
Do you remember an angel or demon named Aristelle?
I can’t say that I do, posting to see if anyone else does.
my name was nevari, or something of the sort. does it sound familiar? i had olive skin, puffy brown hair, two green eyes, two medium white wings, and i THINK i was a guardian angel or virtue...
I was never familiar with Guardians, a Virtue I may have known. I can’t say I recall your name, hermano, I’m sorry. Does anyone in our follower base recognize them?- Eizariel
i think i was a fallen angel? i don't remember much i just remember having black wings w constellations on them and that my tears were? rlly valuble like i said im unsure of who i was. does anybody recognize me?
I recognize the description of your wings, and the tears, though as a species of angel rather than an individual. It wasn’t fallen, though. Wings ranged from the deepest of blues to the most void of blacks, and wove their favored constellations between their feathers or made new ones to fit their essence. I can’t say I know too much about the tears, I wasn’t one for poaching and it wasn’t common knowledge.Does anyone else have any information?- Eizariel
