Snippet #1381238

Dark...gloomy...alone.
...and lost....

Valoel had fallen to the Earth. Her wings crippled by the impact. Her slender finger tips exploring the depths of the green grass. Her legs tucked closely together as her arms supported her sitting position. Her dress was full of mud and no longer pure white. "Where..am I..." she couldn't help but question. As her eyes wandered to the grass beneath her fingers, she remembered she had landed on Earth.. the human home. She plucked a piece of grass and analysed it closer. Her head tilting to one side as her eyes widened.
Thunder...
She gazed up at the night sky once more as the rain started to lightly pour. Droplets landing on her red rosey cheeks making it appear that she was crying. "Why...?" she whispered into the wind as she thought of the betrayal back at heaven.
She crouched and tried to steady herself enough to walk. She was still fairly weak and fell twice, her pale face now covered with slops of mud matching her dress. At the second failed attempt she considered giving up but was reminded that the punishers of heaven would come for her.. that it wouldn't be long before she became a full fallen.
The thought ignited a spark in her being as she lifted herself off the ground. She was standing but the most difficult was walking. She limped away from the suburbian garden. She wiped her face with her sleeve as she continued limping closer to the city lights. "I need help..." she concluded.
And in the darkness of the night.. besides the rain, stormy clouds and crescent moon..
The city lights were all she could see so she let them lead the way...

She had lost all feeling in her legs when she reached a structure labelled Rigby's Bar and Grille. She leaned against the building with one arm as her lungs tried to adapt to the amount of air she was intaking. She seemed to be breathing more than usual with her added panic and it also seemed that Earth air wasn't similar to the standard air in heaven.. being in the clouds that is.
She stared at the interior. It was warm and away from thunder, mud and rain..that was good. She then looked behind her to notice a mob of men staring at her wickedly. Their eyes were gleaming as they clunked beer bottles together. Smoke released from their cigarettes. Her wings hid behind her back as if frightened by their looks. Valoel breathed in heavily still in panic. This was no place for an angel.