Fallen || Closed with JackTheFrostBoy
Fires swept across the heavens, blazing as brightly as the scales of the beast that brought the destruction. The dragon was enormous, it's long and towering body stretching across the sky while limbs reached out to swat at the angels struggling to rid their land of it. However, it was ruthless in it's attack, sending the warriors of Heaven spinning through the air in the masses.
The angels themselves fought valiantly, arrows steadily shot from bows and swords held tightly in strong hands. After so much battling, the warriors were tiring, but still pushed themselves to protect their haven and friends.
Astrid was one of them, armed with both a bow and a short sword. Her face was set in a fierce scowl, tawny wings pumping furiously to carry her along. The blonde dove at the beast, sheathing her sword and drawing an arrow from her quiver, swiftly lining it up in her bow. She let it fly when she was close enough, swerving to the right when a mighty paw raised to swat her down. Astrid flew hard, desperate to get away from the wicked talons racing down towards her.
A loud cry escaped her when one claw hit her, raking across her hip and knocking her left wing, sending her tumbling down. A quick, pained look behind her showed the golden blood of angels streaming through the air. Wings fought to unfurl and break Astrid's fall but the left one wouldn't respond.
The dragon let out a feral roar and lashed its tail ferociously against the ground, causing bits of the heavenly pavement to break away and fall towards the earth below. Enormous wings flashed out and churned the air, making it nigh on impossible for the angels to control their flight. In a flurry of multicoloured wings and robes, the warriors were sucked in by the vortex of wind and soon found themselves plummeting towards the realm of the mortals. They scattered through the sky, falling towards various places around North America.
Astrid herself was plunging towards a small group of lights, tears streaming from her eyes both from the wind and the pain. She was more desperate than ever to break her fall, but with the injury and her unresponsive wing, she was helpless. Terror filled her gaze as the ground loomed before her. Angels were immortal and therefore very durable. Regardless, the fall would hurt. The blonde raised her arms before her and curled in her wings protectively, wincing as agony shot up her side, only to be replaced by the jarring impact of her exhausted form striking the ground.
