forum Angel x Demon o/o?

Started May 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Seeing all his dry fur made her feel even colder. Are you crazy?! It's a hellhound, you need to go! However, contradicting herself, she caught her breath and whispered, "H-Hello…"

"Hello." His lips moved unnaturally to speak the words, his deep voice rolling over the words in a slight accent. He cocked his head to the other side, his ears flopping over slightly from the motion.

"S-So… are y-you the one that, um, h-howled?" she asked shakily. Okay, dumb question. It obviously was. She focused on trying not to rub her arms again. It was hard.

Instead of answering–because, really, the answer was obvious–he pushed himself to his feet and stalked up to the girl. He circled around her with his head lowered slightly and ears perked, sniffing her. Yup. Definitely the person he had scented. He got close enough for the heat off his body to be felt by her as he continued to slowly circle.
What? He might be a hellhound, but he wasn't cruel. She looked half frozen to death while he was nice and toasty.

Trinity slowly began to feel warmer as the huge wolf circled around her. "U-Um, thank you," she said softly, caving in to the need of rubbing her arms. I told you to run! Her eyes followed his movements slowly. "Y-You're not going t-to eat me, r-right?"

He stopped circling and sat in front of her, curling his tail around his paws. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not your typical bloodthirsty hellhound. If I were, we wouldn't be having his conversation." He spoke calmly and looked her in the eye–despite his partial blindness.

She was still trembling, but she slowly nodded. Assuming he knew she was an angel, she quietly asked the question: "Wh-Why aren't y-you in ****?" Stars tumbled past her lips and disappeared when they hit the pavement. The Angel's Spell still prevented her from using profanity, even though she was on earth. Trinity flushed, looking a touch embarrassed. "Um… y-you know what I mean…"

He cocked his head, ears twitching slightly. "Hellhounds are allowed to roam. How do you think humans have stories about hellhounds appearing on abandoned roads and how our howls signal their death if they hear it?" His suspicions were correct–she was an angel. So now the next mystery: Why was she here on Earth?

Trinity blinked, then lowered her gaze shyly. Right. I should have known that… "D-Do you always look like that?" she asked quietly, hoping she hadn't insulted him.

Fenris's ears perked up, and his eye glittered with slight amusement. "What? A wolf?" His dog tag necklace was hidden beneath his fur–and most hellhounds didn't have the privilege of being able to escape their hound body whenever they wanted. He was the exception only because he didn't go on murderous rampages during those weeks.

Trinity swallowed. "Yes." His heat had managed to get her slightly less cold. It would be better after she found a place to get her hair done and get new clothes. But first she had to get a human job. It was a process…

He looked around and went around her again. But this time he gently nudged her towards a nearby pavilion with his snout. "C'mon, let's get you out of this rain." His fur was slowly getting wet once again, and it was starting to annoy him. He couldn't imagine how she felt. "And no, I'm not always a wolf. I can revert back to my human form if I so please to."

"Oh!" she gasped softly at the gentle nudge. She stumbled a couple steps, then managed to right herself, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Th-Thank you," she stammered quietly. The pavilion sheltered her from the rain so she could take the time to, yet again, wring out her hair and dress. "Wh-What does your human form l-look like?" she asked, rubbing her arms again.

He shook out his fur at the edge of the pavilion, then came up to Trinity to provide warmth once again. "Well, I share similiar characteristics as my human form as a wolf. Eyes, relative height, hair–or in the case of my wolf, fur."

Trinity nodded, understanding. She actually understood very well. "S-So, you're really that tall?" His height was astounding, it was the first thing she noticed about him when she saw him stand up from underneath that tree. If he is really that tall…

"I'm 6'7. So not quite, but I have to duck under most doors. It's quite annoying." He stretched out his legs, then flopped over and twisted around to itch his back.

He's over a foot taller than me… "Oh, um… I-I'm 5'3…" (My lil shortie!) She blinked shyly and hesitantly spoke up again. "Um… my name is Trinity."

(Don't worry, I have a girl that's 5'2 and poked his side and called him 'Squishy' when they first met.)

"Fenris." He laid on his side, looking up at Trinity.

"That's a nice name," she remarked sweetly. As she got warmer and less nervous, her stutter was wearing off. This was where the angel could put herself in danger: she trusted people a bit to easily.

"Do you have a place to go?" Fenris asked, shifting so that he was now laying on his belly. He didn't have to tilt his head up much to look at her in the eye. It was better than the prone position he had just been in a minute ago.

The little angel lowered her eyes and shook her head. Job, house, hair, clothes. That's the process.

"Hmm. I'd offer my old place but I doubt an angel would want to live in the home of a dead assassin." And there it was. The reason he was a hellhound. His greatest shame.

She lifted her head to look and him, and her eyes were wide. "You… Oh."

Fenris's ears drooped slightly as he laid his head down between his paws, looking away from Trinity. "All hellhounds are the spirits of the best killers. Well, most, anyway." He said the word 'best' with heavy sarcasm.

"You… aren't?" she asked quietly, noting his rather flippant tone in the explanation. She didn't blame him, but she was a bit curious as to why he felt the way he did about what he was.