The Angel Clearing in the Preserve: Sunday, very late morning

[fh-fillers.livejournal.com]

The angels lunged.

The prey vanished.

Rage filled the clearing. Pure burning rage, and they would have howled if they could.

They were trapped. Quantum locked for all eternity, rendered harmless by each other's gaze.

Four angel statues, arms outstretched, frozen in mid-reach, mid-touch, stood in the middle of the clearing. They looked like nothing so much as a slightly tacky attempt to brighten up the forest.

A small figure reappeared outside their circle, to cast a spell over the statues, ensuring that they could never be moved. Safe from errant trees or clumsy humans, nothing could shift them from their final resting spot.



They would be there forever.

[ooc: an announcement from Zoe will be up shortly, letting everyone know it worked. This post is open for interaction if anyone wants to come and stare at them. They cannot be moved, though, no matter what is done to them. However, please don't try! Touching is fine, though. Please keep playing in your finale threads!]

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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Sometime later in the evening, a little dog walked up and widdled on one of the statues.

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

At some point in the afternoon, a petite figure in a sequined dress, impossibly high heels, and what was quite possibly the glam wig to end all glam wigs came sashaying into the preserve. Approaching the angel statues, (s)he launched into a flurry of gestures whose obscenity was both completely incongruous with that outfit and utterly unmistakable.

After a few minutes of this, not to mention some dancing around the circle of statues, Yitzhak tossed several handfuls of glitter at the statues and sashayed away again.