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[Adonis]

Standing in the center of a ring of dead trees, he starts to chant in alternating tongues. The first language is beautiful, it flows like music. A very natural sound, the sound of the wind or of a waterfall. But the second one is harsh, it makes you cringe just to hear it. It sounds like the grating of rocks, brings to mind the sound of torture, neverending torture. Upon finishing, a holy glow seeps from the brand on his right hand through the sigil etched in his glove. At the same time, a unholy blackness did the same to his left hand. With this he took a deep breath and proceeded to demolish every tree in the circle. Those trees that were touched by his right hand left a distinctly pleasant smell, but were destroyed none the less. With his left, the trees sank to ashes and gave off a smell of dankness and decay. As the last tree was destroyed he was back in the center of a much broader circle. With a silent prayer in two languages, he drew two hilts, one made of Ivory, the other of Obsidian. After two words in a completely new language, the hilts sprouted blades, one of light, the other of blood. Some quick gestures of the swords and the circle of trees was yet again destroyed. With a sigh, he released his power and replaced the hilts. Sitting down, "Glad I can still do such techniques, but they drain me of so much power now. I'll just rest here and hope anything that comes by is friendly." He said this as his longtime companion and friend, Raven came and sat next to him.

[Morgan]

I watched wide-eyed at the spectical that was taking place only a short distance away from where I crouched in amongst the trees . . .
Instinctively, I crouched on all fours, nervous as any animal would be upon seeing such destruction and fire. The wolf that I was wimpered, unsure of what to do. Should I flee, or should I investigate? Of course, the most logical answer was to flee. That witch threatened one's survival was usually not looked into too deeply.
But, the human in me, could not resist a closer look when the smoke and noise had subsided.
So, cautiously, I slinked forward, sniffing the air and keeping an eye out for trouble.
Soon, I came to the edge of the broken ring of trees, that were now little more the kindling and ashes . . . .I paced back and forth, watching the strange creature that had undoubtedly been the cause of all this . . .

[Sita]

Sita sat in the tree squating on her legs. Her friend, Dyami was sitting next to her. He looked down at the man and the girl then looked at her. She knew his question and nodded her head. She was hidden so no one could see her and thanks to the tattoo her father had given her they couldn't feel her either. Dyami took flight and landed on a branch above the pair. That's when she noticed the wolf pacing. She raised her eyebrow but didn't do anything and turned her attention back to Dyami and the pair.

[Morgan]

I heard something on the branch just above me . . .
My ears flicked in the direction of the sound, soon followed by my eyes.
A bird?
The wolf didn't think anything more of it. It was only a bird, no cause for concern. But, the human part of me was a little uneasy. None-the-less, I returned to what I was doing.
I cautiously neared the man that had apparently needed a rest, he was sitting down. I danced uncertainly before him, not sure of the scent that I was getting from him. . . .

[Adonis]

With a sigh, "please dont be frightened, it I sense you right. Dont worry, im too drained to take you on any way...so I'm Adonis and may I ask who you are."

[Morgan]

I stopped and listened intently as the man spoke . . .he sounded tired, weary. Even though he assured me that I had no need to fear him, the feeling was there all the same.
But, I inched a little closer and sat down in front of him. Thumping my tail on the earth gently.
*I am Morgan,* I said to him *What manner of creature are you? You smell very . . .different.*

[Adonis]

"Well, good to see that I've still got it, but I am still weaker than I used to be." With another painful shift and a sympathetic look from Raven, he continued, "To anwser your question, I am a Fallen, a Angel who chose to follow Lucifer in the First War, so I still retain my Heavenly gifts, but because I did choose to follow, I have a demonic taint and Unholy powers. This person next to me is Raven, she used to be human but was cursed as she was murdered, so she now has neverending life and youth. You would have recognized my scent if I had been alone but me and Raven have been together for so long that are scents are warped and twisted together, so are our auras, which is why I'm starting to feel much better." As he said this he felt a something, as though someone had let their aura slip their bonds. But as he looked at where the person should be all he saw was a bird. Oh well, he thought to himself, must be imagining things.

[Morgan]

I listened as Adonis revealed his tale to me. I looked from him to "Raven", tipping my headly slightly in respect.
*I'm sorry for what has happened to you . . .though much of your story makes little sense to me . . .they are not my people's beliefes . . .*
I wined and pawed the ground in front of me.
*can I be of help to you in any way?*

[Sita]

Dyami flew down and landed on Adonis' shoulder. He stared him in the eye. Then he stared at the wolf. Through his eyes Sita could see and hear all they were saying, as if she were there. He then looked at the girl, but only for a moment.

[Morgan]

My ears pricked forward as I saw the bird again, the same one that had been in the trees only moments before.
Now that I saw him, I knew that there was more to him then met the eye . . .it was the same feeling that I got when I looked at Raven and Adonis. . .both of them were not ordinary. There was something deeper, something different. It was a scent, an instinct, that one would not find in normal people, or normal animals for that matter.