Post by Metatron on Jan 14, 2012 0:29:36 GMT -5
Metatron wasn't sure how long it had been since he had fallen- time was a new concept for him after all, but it was one he found he enjoyed. It had taken a few- what had they called them again? Days?- for him to recover from his fall, but it seemed that he had quick healing compared to some other creatures. It hadn't taken him long to wander from the people who had been treating him and the Seraphim quickly became surrounded by new experiences. His first stop had been a church where he had caused a bit of a stir with his wings. What with being forced to learn so much else learning to conceal his wings had fallen by the wayside and Metatron didn't really like the idea anyways. He had been created as he was, why would he want to hide anything about that?
It did make clothing a bit hard to find, as far as tops went. He had found a pair of black slacks before he had gone exploring but no shirt would fit with his wings. Thankfully he had wandered upon the church when they were having a clothing drive and the priest had been kind enough to donate both a shirt and something to protect his feet. The shirt was considered feminine but the seraphim didn't care about anything other than about how the halter-top styled shirt didn't irritate his wings. He couldn't help but admire the blue hue of the shirt, trying to figure out how it was that they were able to get such a good color in to the cloth. No wonder the humans had been the Lord's favorite, they were so amazing!
After some prayers at the church he had started walking once more until he had managed to find himself in one of the shopping centers of the city. The curious Seraphim had done quite a bit of window-shopping until he had stumbled across a pastry shop that had smelled amazing. Metatron had no idea what he must have looked like to the woman behind the counter as this tall beautiful stranger came up to her and asked what he would have to do to get a meal. Her first thought had been that he was an escaped slave but he didn't look like he had ever seen any abuse and there was something far too innocent in his eyes that dissuaded her. It didn't take her long to decide to use this stranger's help if he was offering- she had quite the opportunity to use this bit of eye candy to attract customers to her shop. The more successful shops always seemed to have beautiful slaves outside to advertise but she had never had enough money to spare- the two slaves she had were only good for cooking. She quickly prepared some bite-sized samples from her latest batches and sent him outside with the tray, money signs already flashing in her head.
Metatron for his part didn't mind this new duty at all- as soon as he gave out three trays of food he'd get some himself! The male thought it was nice to give out free food to others who might be hungry and had a bright smile on his face as he began offering the tray to passer-bys. Few passed up the offer from the Seraphim and he was happy at all the conversations he was having as he scouted for his next target. Finding someone walking by who didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry Metatron quickly moved to their side, tray at the ready. "Would you like to try a sample from our bakery Master or Mistress?" He chirped the words he had learned to say from the owner of the shop, not realizing he was supposed to change the last depending on the gender of the individual- he didn't even know what a Master or a Mistress /was/.
It did make clothing a bit hard to find, as far as tops went. He had found a pair of black slacks before he had gone exploring but no shirt would fit with his wings. Thankfully he had wandered upon the church when they were having a clothing drive and the priest had been kind enough to donate both a shirt and something to protect his feet. The shirt was considered feminine but the seraphim didn't care about anything other than about how the halter-top styled shirt didn't irritate his wings. He couldn't help but admire the blue hue of the shirt, trying to figure out how it was that they were able to get such a good color in to the cloth. No wonder the humans had been the Lord's favorite, they were so amazing!
After some prayers at the church he had started walking once more until he had managed to find himself in one of the shopping centers of the city. The curious Seraphim had done quite a bit of window-shopping until he had stumbled across a pastry shop that had smelled amazing. Metatron had no idea what he must have looked like to the woman behind the counter as this tall beautiful stranger came up to her and asked what he would have to do to get a meal. Her first thought had been that he was an escaped slave but he didn't look like he had ever seen any abuse and there was something far too innocent in his eyes that dissuaded her. It didn't take her long to decide to use this stranger's help if he was offering- she had quite the opportunity to use this bit of eye candy to attract customers to her shop. The more successful shops always seemed to have beautiful slaves outside to advertise but she had never had enough money to spare- the two slaves she had were only good for cooking. She quickly prepared some bite-sized samples from her latest batches and sent him outside with the tray, money signs already flashing in her head.
Metatron for his part didn't mind this new duty at all- as soon as he gave out three trays of food he'd get some himself! The male thought it was nice to give out free food to others who might be hungry and had a bright smile on his face as he began offering the tray to passer-bys. Few passed up the offer from the Seraphim and he was happy at all the conversations he was having as he scouted for his next target. Finding someone walking by who didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry Metatron quickly moved to their side, tray at the ready. "Would you like to try a sample from our bakery Master or Mistress?" He chirped the words he had learned to say from the owner of the shop, not realizing he was supposed to change the last depending on the gender of the individual- he didn't even know what a Master or a Mistress /was/.