one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

Morag lands at the edge of the forest and strips his shirt - because he rather likes his cloak's color - draping them across a branch. "Dont worry.. nothing will hurt you." the young man looks up to the sky and then looks to the other. In his place is the odd silvery scaled-furred-feathered thing, wings opened, glowing; it still looks like a young man, with a few alterations. "I dont know what I am, but I do know what I am not."

Ammon laughs and takes a seat and orders soda, fries, a chocolate shake and Yes a burger - minus the pickles.

[jet pack blues]

Ezekiel
Zeke followed behind Morag, feeling uneasy at every single swish of a branch or rustle of a leaf. His grip on his wand tightened and the small bit of faith that he had put into Morag was put into place as he removed his gaze from watching all around him. As he did so, he saw Morag as the creature he had seen a week earlier, though not in the light that it had been put into, the way the fight had affected his stature. "You're not dangerous?" he asked, astounded.

Dezarae
Dezi quietly ordered a burger with a small order of fries, as well as a lemonade. As their food came to them, she grinned. "It's been a long while since I've eaten anything such as this."

[Alpha*]

"oh," a soft huff of laughter, "I am plenty dangerious Ezekiel." is the reply, "Just not.. to people." Morag swallows, a wan smile of grieviance. "Fast, strong, craving.. things, can fly, I glow." he shrugs like it is no big deal. "You think me a monster... but... I still feel like myself, mostly." He hates how silent it gets when he is in the other form - like the animals are staring. As if others dont do it enough already.

"I like it and you know you do too." Ammon laughs, waving a hot fry over at her like a wand before popping it into her mouth. "Greese, salt, sugar, caffine, Carbs.. all the stuff thats not good for you." she grins and takes a bite of her burger.

(Can Morag save Zeke's life? Something attacks and he surges them out of harm?)

[jet pack blues]

[yes!]
Ezekiel
Zeke nodded, and comprehension began to dawn over him like a wild fire. He had realized then that Morag wasn't going to harm them because the monster inside of him was controlled by his strong will, and he was in awe over it. Zeke could feel a still silence in the forest as though all eyes were on them... or more so, Morag. The nervousness from before began to kick in, but if it did, he didn't show it. Just as Zeke had opened his mouth to speak, he felt a strong force knock him over and grab him painfully before crashing down into the brush.
[it's one of those big spider things.]

Dezarae
Dezi gave a cheeky grin, playfully rolling her eyes at Ammon. "I like it for a while, yes," she admitted. "But you get what you put in, and this - " she held a fry before popping it into her mouth " - is not something that is good to put in." She smiled proudly, and ate until she was full. "Are you ready to go pick out our dresses?" she asked excitedly.

[Alpha*]

(lawl why is it always spiders? I hate spiders! (and its poor Mor's fear...)

Morag grins at the look in his new friendish's eyes and had just reached out to shake his hand when a very large spider leaps at and pins Zeke, trying to take him into the depths of the forest. Rage makes him act, slapping the beast away with a snarl a few feet,"Mine!" is spat brutally; gripping the gryphendoor's bicep with a force enough to bruise with one hand and surging for the sky in a churn of adrenaline, air and wings. "Sit still." he hisses as they make the tops of the trees pretty quickly. He lands up by the castle-school in a few minutes, gingerly releasing Ezekiel and sinking exaustedly-pantingly to the ground - back to the wall,the silver leaching quickly away - his once dark-blue pants now stained white at the moment he becomes nothing but human. "Are you ok?" unfortunately they'd left their brooms and his shirt back there - he'd have to go get them in a few minutes.

Ammon has just finnished her meal when her friend does, "Alright." she says swallowing the last of her rootbeer with a smirk. "I'm always ready to hang out with you!" she stands, leaving the cash for the bill and gripping her distention bag. "Lets go!"

[jet pack blues]

[as is ron's fear XD]
Ezekiel
As Zeke dangled by his arm that was wedged in the spider's pincers, he thrashed and attempted to reach for his wand. He could feel his muscles being torn by every movement he made, but he didn't give up. Not until he felt a hard grip pull him away from the monster and to the castle. Morag. He sat down, wincing as he looked at his bloodied arm. "I don't know," he replied to Morag breathlessly, his voice shaking.

Dezarae
Dezi walked with Ammon down the rainy streets, smiling as Big Ben chimed to the hour. "Here it is!" she squealed as she turned into the shop, opening the ornate door. Dresses stretched for what seemed like miles in the shop. Dresses of every shape, size, and color. It was Dezi's biggest dream to finally come here. "What color should I get?" she asked herself excitedly as she ran over to the first rack in sight.

[Alpha*]

"I'm sorry... I bruised you." Morag swallows saliva and looks away, reaching out two fingers and touching the other's hand a moment - when he draws away the other is healed - albit still bloody. "You'll live.'' his eyes are on a patch of grass as he shutters, "I hate spiders." he grimaces a moment and then whispers a "I have to go." as he stumbles to his feet, hands shoved into his pockets.

Ammon grins, "Maybe a soft pink, we could curl your hair and put roses into it." she states to her friend. The young witch is glad her friend is having fun - to often it would seem she doesnt. "What do you say?"

[jet pack blues]

Ezekiel
Zeke watched as his injured arm healed before his eyes, and the pain had subsided. He looked up at Morag, his green eyes opened wide with amazement. As he said he would have to go, he began to stand up. "Morag," he said, stopping him. "Thank you." His face was full of an honest look of the utmost gratitude.

Dezarae
Dezi beamed, agreeing enthusiastically as she nodded her head. "Oh, that's a good idea!" she gasped, running her hands along the sheer fabric that was used to make one of the dresses in front of her. "I say you get a purple one," she said to Ammonia, "because it will match your eyes. And then, we could maybe plait your hair."

[Alpha*]

"Dont thank me, I'm still a monster Zeke." he swallows, "And the desire to kill you is still there...." Mor trails off a long moment, eyes on the sky. "I promised you wouldnt get hurt, and you did so I lied and I failed. All I was doing was trying to reedeem myself to you." he wipes his own bloody hand on the white fabric of his pants repeatedly. He doesnt pull away from the touch though he is shivering from the chill of the air and exaustion; the creature reaches out a hand, steadying himself against the wall when his swaying threatens to bring him down to his face, panting, slightly stooped.

Ammon sticks out her toung at the mention of her hair. "You know it has a mind of its own and wont stay where we want it." she answers, grinning, but also nodding. "Let's get You all done first."

[jet pack blues]

Ezekiel
Zeke shook his head with a firm, "No." He started toward Morag, his face set and determined. "I would have died if it weren't for you. You've done more than redeem yourself, and I thank you." He watched for a few moments as he hunkered over, looking sickly. "We need to get you to the hospital wing," he said, offering his cloak to him. "D'you think you can shift back?"

Dezarae
"Oh, come on Am!" Dezi laughed, walking over to a new rack of dresses. "I'm sure it will stay in a simple plait." She ran her fingers through the dresses, finding a soft pink one that had a sweetheart neckline and a longer skirt. "I'll try this one," she murmured to herself as she pulled yet another dress down, this time a chiffon one-shouldered dress in a similar color.