[Deicide]

Dazzling white light illuminates the midnight heavens, for a moment it is almost as if a fourth moon has been born into the skies embrace, but that moment is fleeting, and the light quickly dims around the descending and increasingly more desernable figure of the Beast who entrance into this realm was its brief origin.

Slowly she plummets, a kind of controlled freefall, long dark hair flowing softly behind, diveing through the air as others would through water, the tattered white wings to either side seeming not to much as to aid in flight as to slow her glide, catching upon the cold winds transparent surface before thick, black pawpads elegantly touch down on the multi-facited crystal of this otherworldly arena. Tattered tail tip slowly comes to rest on the ground behind, and in that moment those strange, blood tinted wings explode into a the air around her, a brief storm of shattered feathers that fade from existance so quickly as to leave any in viewing at doubt as to wether they ever truely existed at all..

Catching glimpse of her reflection stareing up from the dark depths that take up so space here, the angel takes a minute to pay it heed of her odd apperance.
Like a wolf that has taken to bipedal stance, she has much of the Children of Eve in this form, the only real variants being the destinctly canine head, extensive starlight hued fur, and bushy tail twitching behind animalistic legs. The anhk on her forhead burns for a moment, most likely a result of the effort used in the transition to this place, she raises a forpaw to grasp the emblem about her kneck, the Omega Crusifix, the same sign that is stitched, albeit more crude and basic of a depictation, upon the ragged jeans that she donned so long ago, back when she was foolish enough to try and pass as humankin. Eventually the branding mark of mortally seemingly settles, sighing, the white figure lets go of the shineing pendant, scarred, hand-like paws dropping to either side, head riseing to the Moons above as three soul wrentching howls rip from her throat, each in respect to one of the celestial bodies above, the call of one of the Nights Children to her ever present Guardians above.

It is with head still skywards faceing, glittering green eyes still shut in reverance that the Angelic Fallen finally gives speach in a voice powerful yet rasping, timeless yet of the flesh, the voice of one who was has known eternity, who has seen that no mortal was ever meant to see..

'The crystal here may phase mine eyes, so long accustomed as they are to the realms of Grey, but your scent is harder to hide, your intent lies heavy on the air young one. Come, bring yourself before us, that we may begin.'

As she finishes speaking she lowers her head, a crafty smile upon that unearthly muzzle, fangs half bared as paws slip over shineing slick surface and into a fighters post with ease and huge silver blade, now drawn, glimmers threatingly by the light of the three sky maidens above.
Eyes snap open in pale furred head to reveal the soft glow of lifes own breath that pulses eternal beneath mortal binding.

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