There they stood

There they stood, a man with alabaster skin and a woman with obsidian skin, both holding hands awaiting uncertainty and the chance to be new again. Their wings would be rendered useless as they made their fall. Heaven was receding as grays and dark greenish blues took over the clouds and many angels fought defending god's or their own honor. But the two standing still at the edges of this battle were ready to meet their fate without a gash or blood to be spilled. For inside them there is a hope, another them! With less strength and not so sturdy on their legs this being could burst out of them and be reborn. As lightning struck in the distance the two jumped feeling nothing but wind and the whistles of their raging brothers and sisters as they too will collapse and fall out of heaven. Breathing has come to a stop they tilt their heads inward to breathe even for a little bit but soon it's not enough and their eyes start watering. Their beautiful gold wings are being pulled, tugged and strung apart by the fire that comes with the speed they're at. Their once so highly valued skin is ripping and the wings that are so much apart of them are being thrown in every which way not sure whether it could make these next few miles down. But they do. They see a woodsy area with a fresh 2 feet of snow on the ground and one little cabin on this mountain side. A sigh is let out by the man as he breathes but his body hits the ground with such force he dies. His body though looks peaceful as the snow hides the twisted limbs and consistent bleeding from his torso that opened up on impact. The same with the woman but her body hit a much higher place displaying her damages more, it could make you look away. They expected this though. Death before their new selves leap out of them. A cold rush of air spread through the woman's body and out from her back movement stirred. Animals in the forest sensed these beings before they came but now all their curiosites fled and no soul entered these woods for days after. Since it took that long for a new being to come out of an angel it seemed like forever for the days to pass and it seemed all the forces of nature were against these two angels. The man's own self could not come out he was much too weak, damaged and small to birth a new self and he died knowing that excruciating thought of never living onward. Like the end to a quiet day a woman burst out of the female angel she rolled down the heap of rocks and into the flat brush of the land. Her eyes were so wide they were almost black like most angel's eyes but then again shes not really human in some sense. The cold did not sweep it's chill onto her so she felt and prodded it with much alarm as a dog. The night sky did not help this new being or her new found glory that she didn't know where it came from because she forgot her angel self. Even though they were behind her she could not use her five senses effectively yet. It started snowing, the Being's breath got heavy and panic snuck in her. Thoughts began to form but more in symbols then words and images from her former self took shape but they seemed unrealistic. A bird broke out of its fear in that moment, taking to the sky and rendering the Being so confused she froze. She looked animal like but so so frail a human would take pity on her, not too far from her was a cabin it's lights were lit. They would have provided shelter for her but in this dark world anything less than it was too dangerous or risky even for a person like herself. She fled.
Her heart raced and legs stretched so far but she never wanted to stop. She unknowingly wanted to exhaust ever ounce of energy she had contained for the past few hours. Soon the black to brown trees blurred  becoming almost ghosts as did her long legs. Feeling the air for the first time she reveled in it's invisible touch and stopped. The breeze kept coming she smiled as her lips moved wide so naturally. A trail of red flew in the wind it caught her eye and saw a red cloak hit the bushes nearby. She snatched it right up taking in the feel, smell and slight warmth to it all. A mini hood was in the front and the Being place it atop her head but backwards she quickly turned it around and the cloak felt snug, but little strings hung at the hoods side. The woman tied the two together and ran off, finally feeling a sense of warmth as her face flushed with red and her heart sprang faster like her feet against the fallen trees and rocks. The wind clung to her cloak just like it had done to the angels wings only this time it wasn't met with violence but love rang through it as the woman was enjoying her every move. She spun actually when her foot leapt off a slanted rock and a pang of a memory of an angel came to life in her mind. She fell off her bliss, as her face expressed horror to the oncoming thought of falling onto earth and then flashed back to falling into an opened tree. Her arms hurt when they tried to stop all the hurt she sort of knew would come and her knees were equally in pain. But her tears could not be ignored they were new, newer then her and even newer to angels who never show much emotion. Those crystal tears slide down her cheeks like ornaments to be seen in a museum, they were so precious to her at that moment and unbearable she couldn't wipe them away. More tears came and finally she burst out a cry while her lips quivered and pulled down her face but the pain felt worse as her heart felt on fire. A deep surrender flooded her as a human heaviness came to her the kind only sadness could bring. The poor being was so wrought with emotions her body shook, dug her fingers into the dead tree and livid with the snow she stamped on it with her pointed feet. Throoom! An echo rung through the forest but it didn't stop the Being. Another and a few more echoes before It stopped. Hhhuuufffff. The sound seemed to cover the Being like a blanket and release her of the red cloak. For there stood a dire wolf gazing with gold eyes more precious in color then an angel's wings, It breathed in the Being. The woman felt human for once and looked up the muzzle of such a beast could not have seemed more deadlier or blacker. Snow didn't even make it past a second on this wolf's body before melting away. The wolf licked it's chops and they both sat sound and unflinching. Their stares were kept away from one another but a single movement from either side would send the other wild eyed. The wolf spoke, "dear girl why do you cringe?" The woman though she felt like a girl at this moment did not want to speak. She knew the answer and it wasn't pleasant, sorry no the wolf wasn't pleasant to look at. His face was a ghastly skinny thing even it's molars could be seen through the skin, while its fur wasn't quite winter thick instead more summer with unkempt conditions. His legs stringy with muscle but it made his paws look so huge. So the girl shook her head. "No response? How rude to do to a forest god." God that word struck the Being like a dagger her face turned downward and she looked up with much determination. The wolf sensed her change in moods and his lips flew up lighting his pale teeth to this willing Being. Its muzzle's skin switched and wrinkled that for this time the wolf seemed healthy. The Being had no real heart for battle but her body told her to fight things stronger then herself and so she did.