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Ange lay on the cold floor of her darkened room feeling hurt. She hadn't done anything wrong, except talk to the wrong being while Ketua had obviously been lurking in the shadows. How was she supposed to know? She was simply doing her job, her duty. It seemed however that every being wanted to be the best. Best student. Best servant. They always got caught up in it all, pressing and pushing until they had indeed forgotten whom it was they were trying to please. The young fox lay awake liking her wounded paw in attempts to make the throbbing pain subside. Staring out into the starry night she thought about freedom and choice. She thought once more about leaving until the harshness of reality hit. Hanging her head she thought, 'I can not leave, not until my debt is paid, not until I can run and never look back. Why is it that only in the darkness, only in our times of struggle that one seems to remember what it was that had sustained us even in light? Why is it that with each passing day the light seems to grow dimmer as it fades away, blending in with the shadows, the reality of life?' Those were her last thoughts as sleep claimed her tired body. Ange awoke the next morn shaking the cobwebs. She stretched being careful as to not put too much pressure onto her injured paw. 'Well, I should get a move on, if I at least please Ketua the day should go by rather pleasantly despite the previous eve.' Slowly she limped from her confined quarters to the eatery. New faces always greeted her with a smile, however a few familiar faces poked out from the crowd. Her and spirit nodded a silent greeting as she casually sauntered past. Ange admired her will and determination to make a bit the best way she knew how. The sleek feline was always up early, eager to start her day and could almost always be found talking up the passerby's. 'Equestria seemed to tolerate and turn a blind eye to every abominable practice, embraced every foul idea in the name of freedom and the rights to the common citizen. Society no longer carried on deviant behavior in private, but pridefully displayed it. It is those moral values that could no longer freely walk along a public park without having to witness some sort of revolting act. What happened to the public censors that protected decency? Did freedom have to mean abolishing common decency? Did freedom mean any living being could do anything they wanted at any given time without consequences? Apparently so, and this was the world I have been thrust into, I have become accustomed to all of it, numbed to the stigmatism that coincides with all of it. This is what, if not who we are, and I am proud?' Ange found her thoughts wandering as she continued on her familiar walk through the dinning hall not paying much if any attention to whom she passed, it was after all just an ordinary day.

The lovely fox found herself alone for lack of a better term yet again as the ground began to tremble slightly and Ange cowered, "He is here." She stammered. This was the last thing she wished to happen, and it rarely did, often resulting in severe punishment. Ange found herself looking up at a darkened scaled face. "I do think that it is time to come home, you have done enough for tonight." The figure said picking her up by the scruff and carrying her off into the night. The dragon continued to speak although his words were muffled slightly with the amount of fur in his mouth," You do not know whom you have spoken to or what you may have caused, but I assure you that you will not cause any more damage than you already have. They can find you at the brothel if they are so inclined to." He stated this all while picking up a couple gold bits, "This will do for now", he muttered both to himself and Ange, "It will lessen your punishment." Not too long after Ange found herself beaten and battered in the corner of a local INN, sporting a broken paw. She was forbidden to go outside. Instead she found herself doomed to a dingy motel floor, further punishment deemed fit by her master Ketua. Condemned to sleep with whomever he saw fit. Over the next while it would just be customers passing by who wouldn't care if the female was a little battered, after all it would make the lay easier, would it not? The door to her room creaked slightly as a familiar face entered. A dear friend of hers greeted her with a smile. "How was tonight? Did anything wonderful happen?" Spirit inquired. The two had often shared dreams of running off together with their own mate to take care of them. It was often laughed off however, they had hopes for their future. Hopes that life was not and would not be this forever. Ange replied with a chuckle, "Oh I do not think anything different of tonight, I just got caught off guard, he was not happy with how I handled myself or whom I had spoken to..... is anything really different?" The two lay together until Spirit had to go to her own room, a client will call after all, however the two remained at this moment in time inseparable.

@Dirge of souls Ange turned red with anger she could not see anything other than the color black, "How dare you assume! How dare you presume that I am here by choice! There is more that goes on behind the shadows and if you think that I would be willing to turn in my master and ruin many other lives you are sorely mistaken. You would be ruining so much more than you realize, the ring controls so much more than you realize! I would put my own life and many others into peril. I do not take handouts, I never have nor will I ever, you may rent my time but your pity is the last thing I would ever need. Your gold and deceit is not what I search for in any given night. Now, I do believe that I have flirted with the wrong kind. I am sorry to have wasted your time, but I should be on my way." Ange let out a hmph and realized the party had grown larger. @arkman575 The wolf from before had reared his face, he was offering to take her home non profit wise, "Hun I work on the clock, and if you wish to save me for a night and talk I will, but to purely buy me off or want my time free of charge, well that I can not do. That is a crime in which I would be punished for severely, and I do not wish to see another day of rough punishment. I have gone through too much of that already." With all of this said she aimed to walk off into the night alone, starting over once again, brushing up against the unknown wolf, hoping to stir something up for herself, after all she could not go 'home' empty handed and if she could salvage something, anything, she would sell her soul. 'What a predicament I seem to have landed myself in.' She thought, 'Oh well, just another night, another dollar.' She thought as she began to trot off in hopes of finding an easy less sleazy dollar, 'I do have standards'

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@Dirge of souls,@Gloomfury, @arkman575 Ange sat up shaking her head and panting as she filled her lungs with air. She huffed a thank you to the minotaur who had dragged the sleeping pony off of her. Bowing slightly in the moonlight showing her thanks, "I was starting to think I would be stuck here until dawn, I am eternally grateful." Ange swiveled her hips and turned to face the unknown mare, "You know being with a fox costs extra, I do have bills and debt to pay off." She winked hoping to not come across too crudely. Speaking to the pair of them now she started, "If you both have no more business here I really should be on my way, the night is young but I have a quota to hit or I shall face the wrath of my master, something I would not wish upon my worst enemy. Now I could spend a moment in time with one of you, or I shall be on my way. Duty dost calls." She winked awaiting a response if any before she head out into the night, as morning shift came all too soon. Ange sat licking her paw seductivly wondering what was to come of the night and what happened to the wolf she intended on talking to, 'It matters not where I gather my payment from, as long as I return with it.' She reminded herself.

Ange was moping about, sulking in her own pit of despair when somepony trotted over and plopped down next to her muttering something about a pillow. Before she could get up or do anything about anything Ange found her resting spot disturbed. Somepony lay their head upon her back nuzzling their muzzle deep into her soft silky fur. Ange yipped slightly and squirmed but to her dismay she could not get out from under the slumbering pony. "Sheesh! I usually charge for this sort of treatment." She muttered, face pressed into the dewy grass. Just as she was about to give up she noticed the minotaur poking his head around once again, perhaps he had been wandering looking for her, he seemed to be calling out something although it was muffled beneath a strangers head. Ange let out a small hmf as she attempted one last time to wriggle out of the tight space she now found herself in. "Pillow, I am hardly a pillow!" She sighed in exasperation. Noticing that the gent from the bar was about to turn and leave Ange gave a louder yelp in hopes that he or any passerby heard. "Please help! I am stuck" she pleaded into the night, hoping that anyone would come by to rescue her from this mess.

Rosa smiled and looked down into her kind eyes, "Hun, we start wherever you want. Today is about you. I promise we will have more like it but this is the first." She smiled kindly remembering her first time, not like that mattered that was in the past and was over. For Amy though it would be different and she would make sure of that.

@Dirge of souls, @arkman575 Ange took the hoof up turning her cheek the other way. "Terribly sorry I didn't mean to.." She stammered Glancing to the table she was approaching and then back at the minotaur a dark rouge color blended into her muzzle, "You can call me Angel." She said flashing her dazzeling blue eyes. "I, I should go." She finished trotting out the door, tail tucked between her legs. She huffed taking in large breaths of air as she made her way just across the road nestling down in the damp grass. She felt as if she collapsed and her entire world was to follow suit. It's not like it mattered. "It's not like anything matters.. especially me." She sighed almost admitting defeat although the night was young and she was sure she would be able to scrounge up something petty before dawn hit the horizon, she would have to, or face the consequences. Looking up to the moon she pondered aloud, not caring whom if anyone was listening, "Am I ashamed? Am I conscious-stricken of who I have to be? What I was made to be? For once I want to dance in the moonlight with another purpose, one of self indulgence, instead of compensation. I need a hero, and I will hold out until the end of the night." She lay her head upon her paws as a tear trickled down her snout.

@arkman575 Ange had spent little time eyeing over the bar, scoping out her surroundings when a serving wench approached her with a wink, "Compliments of the wolf." Ange looked up and smiled, "Thank you Amie." Leaning in a little closer to the bar maid she whispered, "Anything I should know about this one?" "Sorry hun, I don't know much about him or his travels. He seems a little gruff so be weary." The bar maid finished with a giggle, "It's not as if you can't handle your self though, best of luck to ya." Cautiously she lowered her nose to the potent ale, 'An odd choice of drink, strong but no hint of any underlying dose.' It seemed safe enough to her she thought as she slowly lapped her beverage. Taking her time she contemplated her strategies and options for the night, it was not as if she had to leave with the first critter who offered a drink. When at last she felt her thirst had been quenched she turned her head round to see if he was still there, smiling she met his gaze. Gradually she dropped her eyes surveying the stranger over before walking up to him. She approached his table looking up into his rugged eyes, when something caught her off balance. @Dirge of souls Ange found herself falling head over tail, landing sharply on her rump. Looking behind her she discovered the hoof of a minotaur. Scattered giggles could be heard, Ange's face darkened no doubt she had just made a fool out of herself.

This is the OCC:http://mlpforums.com/topic/107370-fallen-angel/#entry2965506 Post here if you would like to join, I make all finial decisions. Fallen Angel A story of love, distrust and struggle. Dedicated to all of us who have fallen from our place in heaven. We may not be perfect but we are beautifully flawed. ~ Participating Characters: Ange Draco Spirit Glancing up into the night sky Ange breathed in the fresh air. The stars shone brightly but her spirits seemed darkened and dimmed. "Another night another dollar." She muttered under her breath. Sassily she walked the streets swaying her hips back and forth inviting strangers glances. It would only be a matter of time until she started her work for the evening. If she worked hard enough she would be able to meet her quota and avoid another beating. It wasn't her fault the last client drugged her and made of with her nights wage. She would just have to watch herself a little more closely. The occasional whoop or whistle could be heard every now and again but no serious offer had been laid upon the table. Ange wondered how much longer she would have to walk before she could set to work. Deciding to hit up one of her favorite spots she ducked into the local tavern where the customers knew her well. 'I should be able to scrounge up something here, even if it is only a free drink or two. It wouldn't be a bad start.' She thought before allowing her mind to go blank clearing it before she began her search for the all mighty dollar.

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