“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” - Melian

The mellow afternoon sun lazily played with the white, smooth feathers of the beautiful set of wings that carried Remiel across the treetops, making them seem as if made of gold. He had desperately wanted peace and solitude after a long day and had felt in need of fresh air and Earthly nature - and maybe some time away from the constant perfection of Heaven. He wasn't in a hurry and for once took time to enjoy and take it all in. The fresh February air. The smell of spring pushing winter away. The mild breezes playing with the barren branches on the trees, somewhat taunting them to grow their leaves back so that they too could feel the heavenly radiance above them.
A sharp flicker of light hit his eye and as he curiously circled back he realised he had made it to a lake. A most beautiful lake reflecting the rosy nuances of the beginning sunset, showering its surroundings in magical colours and a divine warmth that could easily compete with the beauty of his home. A delighted chuckle pushed through his lips and he took a second to simply close his eyes before he spiralled downwards, bending the air around him, allowing the full force of his ancient aura to brightly push every little branch and twig aside so they would hurt him in his hasty decent from the sky. As swift his speed as soft was his landing and his soft leather boots touched the silky grass without anything but a dull thump.

The little clearing in the forest was absolutely breathtaking. The trees around him were ancient, timeless as they disappeared into the golden sky, rough with age. Their roughness had been worn down by the soft greenness of moss that has slowly made them home, just as God had intended it when he had created it. He breathed in through his nose, not feeling the February chill on his barren body but instead feeling the warmth of the sun.
"Dwell on the beauty of life," he whispered, in awe of the colours surrounding him as he solemnly remembered the man who spoke those words so many years ago. The last good Emperor of rome before it had spiralled intensely under the rule of Commodus. Remy squatted down, flicking his large wings backwards to keep his balance, before he let himself fall backwards onto his bum in order to sit and marvel at the beautiful lake in front of him. This, he thought, was surely the reason God had made Earth. And as his wings rested in the dewy grass, he felt at complete peace letting the forest comfort his heart, bathing in the vast array of the colours of the sunset.

Clothes: A lose white dress (Slightly seethrough - Reaches her ancles & Completely naked underneath) Link + No shoes
- Other: Purple eyes + 1,65 meters tall + Hair reaches her butt/arse + Unknown accent

It had been a slow morning, preparations had been made for the full moon party and the new couple that were to present themself up for a blessing by the holy mother. She'd seen it done a few times, though often it had just been two women, so this strange being they called man was still very much unfamiliar to her. She'd wondered if men looked like she did, if they would have hair or if they looked scary. Her mother had once or twice told her stories of men, how some were kind but most were brutal and cruel, that she should always be careful when venturing out from the home or if she was to bathe in the lake, not to attract the attention of this mysterious gender, as some didn't take no for an answer.
Yet she couldn't help herself from being curious and walk beyond the borders of her familiar and safe home, to walk around the rest of the forest, just to see what beings she would be able to admire. Mostly it was animals, she did like animals quite a lot. Veela's were known for being closely bonded to nature, so she would often find herself in the company of forest animals, like birds and butterflies.
So like any other day, she was running across the branches of the trees, only stopping a few times to admire the flowers or the beautiful birds, that would ever so often land on her hands or shoulders. Though as she got down to the soft grassed ground, she seemed to sense something or someone new. Curiosity took its hold, and slowly she walked towards this scent she couldn't quite place. She would hide behind a tree, only letting her head sticking out, and this was here she discovered this strange winged being. She had no idea what it was and yet she felt the need to get closer, a part of her even wanted it to turn around so she'd be able to take a closer look. So she moved closer, though only a tiny bit, as if this was to be a monster of some sort, she could easily hide behind the tree once more. Her hand even still lingered against the tree, as if it would protect her, though her eyes shinned through with her curious nature.

Remiel's eyes were sharp enough to pick up even the tiniest movements that caused sound-waves through the air. He understood and seized up on the flow of the surrounding nature, enjoying how everything was connected as he sat still, his eyes glancing at the sky's changing colours. Nature didn't take long to get back into its rhythm, and he caught onto it quickly. It was a habit of his and a way to determine if anything out of the ordinary happened around him; such as the danger of a predator. It was marvellous how nature would signal danger, he thought. Something tingled at the back of his mind and he eagerly tilted his head so try to zone in on the feeling. Nature hadn't changed its pace, but something was definitely there that hadn't been there moments ago. How rare, he thought as curiosity set its claws in him, to feel such an innocent and bright aura that yet wasn't exactly angelic. A nymph perhaps?  
He didn't move. This being didn't feel dangerous or harmful in any way and Remiel was confident enough in his morale compass to trust it blindly at this very moment, sensing a sort of curiosity. His wings lay still on the grass and the only thing that moved was little, blonde strands of hair dancing in the occasional mild breeze. His eyes were focused on the still water of the magical lake he sat facing, but all of his other senses and all his attention was picking up every tiny movement behind him.

Humming innocently he let his wings shoot backwards, flicking out from underneath him and catching onto the colourful, warm rays of light that came through the treetops, before he let himself fall backwards on the grass. Laying there flat with his wings out felt oddly funny and he couldn't help a gentle chuckle.
"I'm not disturbing you," he asked softly, his voice bright and friendly. "Am I?" He knew nymphs and how they could be territorial and angry at trespassers. This being didn't feel exactly like a nymph but it didn't mean that he wasn't potentially trespassing on somebody else's territory, and God, did you have to be carefull trespassing on nature-beings territories. The thought made him smile in amusement, recalling a few awkward instances in Ancient Greece. Nymphs, he thought, as his eyes watched the sky above him. Little wonders they had been.

She found it mildly annoying the being wouldn't turn around, so she would be able to get a closer look, though when it laid down, she found herself walking even closer and closer, removing her hand that once had laid in the safety of the tree, only to venture closer to this strange being that looked a bit like herself. It had skin like hers if only a different colour and the same with the hair "No," was all she answered, not really thinking much of what it might think, if it was even able to think at all "Are you man?" she asked shortly after, now standing close to it. It did look a lot like this man she'd been told about her whole life, she even found herself wanting to touch, because of all the similarities that were standing out to her. Slowly she got to her knees, reaching out and letting her fingers grace against the skin of the face

Remiel's body tensed as he could feel her come closer. The bright and feminine voice telling me it was a girl or a woman. Are you man? His eyebrows furrowed in light confusion and he decided to loosen his body so that he could push himself back up, turning around so he sat facing her with his legs crossed. Curls. So many curls. "I suppose that depends on what you mean with 'man'," he replied, his voice nearly only a whisper. She almost looked fragile in her beauty and he couldn't help but draw a shaky breath as he realised she was naked under her sheer dress. "I am no human but I was created as a male," he offered, not questioning the sincerity of her question as her purple eyes examined him. She took a step closer, crossing the boundary of a normal distance to keep to a stranger, and he tried not moving a muscle as he admired her elegance and gracefulness. She smelled like nature. Curiosity made the palms of his hands tickle and his lips parted slightly, as she touched his face. He blinked in surprise, forcing himself to not shy away from her, scared that sudden movements would make her disappear. She was way too special to just disappear without him knowing more, he thought. "Hello," he whispered, his face warming up in a radiant smile. How very special indeed.

So he was a man, but he wasn't like she'd expected a man to be, he was handsome and beautiful, his skin soft to the touch and his eyes kind, she wanted to look at them longer. Her head would even once in a while tilts slightly to one side and then the other, as her eyes admired him. He was like this rare creature she'd never once before seen and didn't think she would be able to see, until now being presented with evidence of their existence. It was as when her sisters told her of the creatures from their true home, creatures she would never meet and only knew from stories and drawings, yet now she was presented with a living man "I've never seen a man before and you don't look like I imagined, much less scary," she chuckled softly.
As he smiled, her own smile grew and her full lips curled up into a soft expression. Veela's were in general known as kindred and peaceful being, though with rather an explosive rage and an easy way to be insulted "Hello," she said softly, before then letting her lips meet his in a sort and yet gentle kiss. It was a costume amongst her people, greeting each other with a kiss. Her hands even lingered against his cheek, before then vanishing from his face as she herself leaned back a bit, the smile still visible against her lips.

He rejoiced in her soft chuckle that sent little spikes of warmth through his body, amused at her curiosity - a feeling that was more than reciprocated in his bright, brown eyes as he studied her closely. He raised an eyebrow at her comment about him looking less scary that she had imagined; a comment he had grown endlessly tired of but sort of accepted by now. Nothing was les encouraging than being summoned as an Archangel by some human just for them to raise an eyebrow at him and utter that they'd think he'd be bigger. Like his brothers. Alas he had not been gifted with a tall, muscular body or a wide, masculine jaw as it wouldn't have suited his purpose of bringing people hope. Yet when she told him, he couldn't help to return the warm chuckle, fascinated by the way her curls bounced around her face when she tilted it to study him. And the bright purple eyes that reflected the colours of the sunset above them. He hummed softly. "Mh, say the word and I'll be even scarier that you could imagine," he said in a low tone, his voice calm and warm; a warmth reflected in his golden hair and angelic aura.
Remy let his raised eyebrow fall, a subtle smile on his lips. Her voice was like the calming sound of river water. "Hell-"
Remy stiffened, surprised at her soft lips touched his. He was too surprised to move at all. As she pulled away from him, he studied her with lightly parted lips, fascinated and intrigued by her. All of her. Her aura, her essence, her eyes, her small voice. Had this been anybody else he would have scoffed at them for being invasive, but he simply looked at her, wondering how kissing him had been an option in her head and what exactly she had meant by it. If she truly had never met a man before she most likely didn't mean anything romantically or sexually about it. This didn't make it any less interesting at all. On the contrary, he thought solemnly. He licked his bottom lip and tilted his head lightly. "I've never seen anyone like you," he said, echoing what she had told him earlier. "What do they call you?"

She'd thought a man would appear cruel and scary, asher mother had once described them to her, probably as a way to keep her away from the cities and the true dangers of the modern world, but as it had turned out they did not have fangs or horns for that matter "No, I like this," she answered, not wanting him to turn scary, as she found him to be calming in a way no one else had been. Her home was big and hidden away, it could best be described as full of life, so he was a change of pace, which she did enjoy, especially since the full moon wasn't too long away and the mating party was to be prepared.
He had this aura around him, and she couldn't really explain why, but it had an effect on her, once she enjoyed and wanting to get a closer feel of "I was named Melian by the Holy Mother after I had been born," she explained, as she found a more comfortable position to be seated in. The Holy Mother was the creator of her species and her current home, she was life itself and a protector, she watched over them and whenever a child was born, she was the one to name it "what are you called?" she asked curiously, wondering if his maker also had named him.

Remiel looked down trying to hide his smile. She acted a little bit like a young child, he thought, yet she didn't feel young at all. Actually she felt rather ancient, much like the old and grand trees that surrounded them. He playfully shook the feathers of his wings, shaking off some of the light dew that had started to fall around them as dusk neared. Curiosity had him refocus his gaze at her, his eyebrows raising slightly as he watched her shuffle around on the grass, careful not to keep his eyes at her for too long out of politeness for the privacy of her body.
The Holy Mother? Gaea or Imera perhaps. Or some ancient witch with a bit of a complex. A flash of a second had him wondering if maybe this was Rebekah creating more species as she had made the Thunderbirds, but he quickly dismissed it. This being in front of him didn't have the melodramatic touch of someone like Rebekah Sinclair, but rather felt like a nature-goddess. "She gave you a beautiful name," he mused softly. Remiel liked names, especially old ones like hers. Celtic if he wasn't mistaken. Even more than names, he liked being surprised and he liked anything new. He didn't know the origin of her name and only had to add that to the little list of things that sparked wonder when he looked at her. It was tempting to ask when she had been born by this Holy Mother, but he was certain that this young girl didn't count years the same way he did. Just as she didn't greet people in the samme manner as him.
"I have had many names but most call me Remiel," he replied, thinking that going into a name-explanation was probably the most confusing thing he could pull her through. He hadn't had a name for many years; they hadn't had the use for names back then. They had known each other by their auras and their purposes so in essence maybe he had been born Hope. He did, however, not react to that or really think of it as a name. He liked how the humans had called him. Ra'am el. Ramiel. Remiel. God's thunder.

She was curious about his being, though she couldn't quite explain why, maybe it was because he was a man and she'd never before this encounter actually seen one alive, maybe it was his wings or maybe it was because he wasn't how she imagined a man would be like. He was also very handsome, and she enjoyed the look in his eyes as he gazed upon her, as if he was just as curious about her as she was about him. His compliment of her name made her smile a bit greater, it had been an honour being named what she was, as it meant beloved and showed the holy mothers love of her and her creation. One's name often reflected the affection of one's maker, as the meaning would give an image as of what the potential could behold for the future.
She didn't recognize his name, but given he had so many, it must have meant his maker held him in great regard and love "You must be greatly loved if you have so many names," she said as she took his hand in her own, feeling the texture of his skin under her fingertips. It felt like her own, yet it was bigger and it seemed as if he had worked hard, given how rough his hand could feel, yet she enjoyed the sensation of it. She softly held it up, holding her own hand against it, with palms against palms, before then leaning it against her cheek. His hand seemed able to capture much of her face "Your hands...I like them." There was a softness to her gaze as she looked at him.

It wasn't very often anymore that Remiel met people that looked at him like that. In the beginning it had happened often, the marvel and curiosity of an angelic being. It had changed drastically to most people wanting or needing something. This Melian didn't seem like she needed anything from him. She regarded him in much the same way he regarded her, except maybe to another level of amazement. If she had been told horror-like tales of the male species, he must have felt quite alien to her. He couldn't help a soft smile at the tought. For once his brothers didn't have the female-advantage. This was exactly why he was created the way he was. Unthreatening. Her words had him smile a little brighter.
"What a delightful way of looking at it," he hummed, charmed by the sincerity of her softly spoken words. Her smile lit him up like a beam of sunlight, reaching even the darkest corners of his face. What a magical creature this was. He had always put it down to being old; the fact that he had many names. The humans seemed to constantly change the pronunciation and spelling, but it was usually the same intention. Ra'am El. Jeremiel. Ramiel. Remiel. Lost in thought, her delicate fingers had him flinch ever so lightly, but he quickly loosened his muscles and let her guide his hand, studying her face as she did so. He, himself had very delicate fingers but they were long and thin, and as she put them on her face, his hand nearly covered her. He couldn't help another fascinated smile at her. "Why thank you," he whispered softly. Her purple eyes looked at him once again, and he shook his head amazed by her. "Are you a nymph?" He finally asked, nothing but a gentle whisper, his face lighting up in anticipation.

She liked his company, she would even wish for it more and the thought of asking him the simple question, if he would want to see her again even came to her mind. Though she wondered if it was custom to ask that in his world, after all, they did come from different kinds of societies, and what she regarded as normal, may not have been normal for him. It made her more curious about who he was and where he came from, she wondered if it was a beautiful place, with kind people like himself.
Though as he then suddenly asked if she was a nymph, curiosity came to her eyes, her species was in a way closely related to nymphs, as they had both been created by the same being, yet they were two completely different species "No, but the holy mother made them," she explained, as she almost caressed her face towards the warmth of his hand "I am what is called a Veela." She smiled softly and looked at him with a warm kindness in her eyes.

No, but the holy mother made them.
Remiel couldn't help a fond smile. He knew her creator then and understood now, why she had the aura of something like a nymph. He could see Imera's gentle touch in every glistening detail of her beautiful face. The perfection of her creation that used to drive Greek Deities insane from the beauty and make humans pay more attention to nature - things that were unfortunately lost as Nymphs started to get hunted for their beauty. He hadn't seen one in many hundred years and hoped they still existed and were taken well care of by their Holy Mother.
Melian gently leaned her face into his hand and he strengthened his arms a little, to support her head a little more, her hand still on top of his. Somehow, lost in thought, he had forgotten to breathe, and he reminded himself to take a little air. With a soft sigh he studied his hand on her face, drawn to her aura. A Veela. He smiled warmly. "I have never heard of you," he whispered, mirroring the kindness in her eyes. How spectacular it was to after 700.000 years meet something you had never heard of. He wondered how isolated she had been and if there were many like her. Imera had clearly had them be a very well-kept secret, shielding this species from the evils of the world. Like how it had all been in the beginning in Heaven. He wondered a lot of things, really. Did she know about Angels. Did she know about the world at all?

"We live in a society, hidden from this world. After what happened to the nymphs, our holy mother wanted to protect us, so she made another kind of world within this world," she explained, while enjoying the warmth from his hand. She remembered the day the new home was made for them, she remembered the sadness in her eyes, and that it was decided this was the only way to protect them, though they would be able to leave if they wanted to or needed to procreate. Imera could always be described as many things, but she'd never been a monster and she would never force her creations to do anything, the other world or their hidden home was a way to protect them from the cruelty of mankind.
In some way hiding the Veela's, did remove them from history, explaining why Remiel had never heard of them because regarding history they didn't even exist. What accounts there were of them, would often depict them as elves "I've never seen anything like you either, the only beings with wings I've seen are birds, and I'm pretty sure you're not a bird," she laughed softly, before then almost looking at him in a longing way, in which she would probably not be able to explain why.

Remiel wondered then, if she was old enough to have been with Imera in their other dimension. Judging by her aura he assumed so. He smiled at her, a little sadly, remembering the nymphs and how many terrible stories that had come of them and their beauty. How men and deities hadn't been able to control themselves and how humans had destroyed so much of nature, making them fall. He nodded slowly. "A wise decision," he mused, impressed with how well it had worked. He was curious about this world within a world, his fingers itching slightly to explore anything new. Especially if to do with nature.
With her soft laugh, Remiel flicked his wings back up, making a small whirlwind of leaves raise from the ground and playfully fall back down around them, catching little flickers of light from the fading sunset. He thoroughly enjoyed her curiosity and her longing gaze, bathing in the attention for a second before allowing his wings to fall back down, laying them on the soft grass. He sent her a soft smile and with a low hum, he replied to her. "Not a bird, no," he chuckled, shaking his head lightly allowing his soft, blonde curls to bounce around his head. "My creator called us Messengers. I'm known here as an Angel," he explained, tilting his head a little, studying her face to see if she had head of his species.

Her eyes left his face, as he lifted his wings and she admired, much like she'd admired the holy mother so many times before, not that he was a God, but as something beyond beautiful. She even reached out and let her fingers softly touch his wings. He was so beautiful, for moments she couldn't even believe that he was actually real. Though as he explained what he was, she couldn't remember ever having heard what that was "You're so beautiful," she instead chose to say because that was what he was. Her fingers started playing with his hair, her eyes curiously watching his features, she even moved closer to him. There was this aura around him, it was warm and soft. His skin was warm, he just seemed perfect in a way, even having kissed him earlier seemed better than when she said hello to her sisters.

It was nearly ridiculous, Remy thought, how someone could show up out of the blue like this and absolutely, wholly enthral him. His body betrayed him when she gently ran her delicate fingers across his  ivory-white feathers and a shiver ran down his spine all the way to the tips of his fingers. As the dew slowly fell around them and the sun flickered its last few rays with a beautiful array of colours on the canvas of the sky, she smelled like spring. Her curls danced gently around her beautiful face - a perfectly symmetrical face that Da Vinci would have looked wide and far for to prove his Golden Ratio. She was absolutely breathtaking to him. Remiel had always had the most profound love for the Earth and it had all started when he had discovered its nature. Somehow this felt like discovering Earth anew and it took him aback. Astonished he let out a lightly surprised chuckle. He didn't know her, he reminded himself, and shouldn't let his guards down like this. How very amateurish and gullible of him it was to not even consider that she could be used as a pawn in some game to harm him but as he regarded her curious, purple eyes, not a single negative thought could get through to him. Remy was usually a confident person but here he was, melting in front of her like butter, and as scary as that was it was also rather refreshing. Nobody had made him feel like that before. Utterly mesmerised.  
"Thank you," he whispered, scared that if he spoke louder his voice would betray him and tremble like his body. He wanted to tell her that she only thought so because of his angelic aura. It nearly felt like a betrayal to keep her in her awe for him, when he knew it was his light that was designed to make people feel this way. At ease. For someone who had never seen an angel it was bound to be powerful. As she playfully swirled a lock of his hair around her finger and moved closer, he somehow couldn't utter a single word. He could only admire the hue of her beautiful skin and how the late sun caught onto her curls and made them shine like liquid gold. Or how when she moved it brought with her this smell of spring and of nature and of hope. 

She hoped that he would come by the forest again so that she could at least see him more than just this one time. It gave her a sadness to think, if this would be the only time she'd ever talk to him, and yet she couldn't quite understand why that was the case. He was something new for her, and she had never been trained or told how to react to anything like this, so she was acting from what her mind told her to do, which of course, wasn't really that much or that easily interpreted. As she stared into his eyes, the smile still lingering on her lips, she sensed something behind her and from the feeling of it, she knew who and what it was "I have to go," she said, letting go of his hair and moving away, even if she did want to move closer to him the second after having done it "I hope to see you again," she leaned in for a moment and gave him a kiss, the type of kiss that had been given after he'd said hello to her.
Quickly she moved to her feet and ran towards the trees, vanishing as if she'd never been there, to begin with, only her scent lingering and possibly the taste of her lips on the angels. She had to leave because if she hadn't, it wouldn't have ended up well, the sensation of someone watching her, had been one from her home and someone not so kind to men. With her running away, she was secure in the knowledge that she would follow her, not knowing she was safe.

Just as soon as spring had arrived in his mind, autumn came. Her lilac eyes flickered for a second as if she'd heard something and then she uttered four altogether devastating words. Remiel couldn't help but lower his shoulders in defeat. Why did she have to go? He had only just met her. Only just learnt of her. Only just been told about this new wonderful world that Imera seemingly had created. How unfair it all was. He felt for a moment as a child denied candy and had to remind himself that he was a rather ancient being that could not possibly justify such behaviour. He smiled sadly to her, his brown eyes glistening of nostalgia.
I hope to see you again.
His smile turned more genuine and hopeful. As sad as the former sentence had made him, as happy did this new one. He opened his mouth to reply but never made it before her lips touched his. Again. Fleetingly. Butterflies opened their flickering wings in his belly pushing warmth and happiness through his entire body. He knew, of course, that this kiss was much like the first and that it had no right in invoking such warm feelings in him. He looked at her silently and took a shuttering breath as she turned around, followed by waves of hair. The light, transparent fabric hugging her body, swirling around her making her look much like the butterflies he felt flapping their wings in his body. She took the smell of spring with her.
He kept his eyes on her until she was gone but kept his gaze fixed on the exact spot of the forest where he had last seen her.
"I hope to see you again." Remy repeated her words in a soft whisper to the winds. Maybe he would. He could always seek out Imera.
Then winter came.