The great War

[Alpha*]

Morags' eyes widen with shock at the kindness displayed - not dark but a clear, bright, beautiful blue. "Thank you.. I am.. part of the Deal I made, I think." his mouth clamps shut, swallowing the smile - he'd given it away... how could he?"I should be, you know.. I have lived on this lands for...a few... years." After a long moment, clutching the proffered item closer he exhales, "We havn't formally met, I am Morag MourningStar - Angel; and I will not leave you behind.. as long as i can help it." then, the creature lets silence rein - he does not expect an answer, doesn't need one.

Contrast ducks his head and sips at the liquid obediantly. "Its.. not the... the wolves.. iether..'' he finally gets out.

Ketch streaches each wing one at a time as far out as they can. It did. "Yesss." he says with excitement in his voice.

Adam looks at her a long moment over his broad shoulder. I was not planning on it Jai. is the huff of answer; He CAN NOT... but oh how he wants too.. What gave you that impression?

[ghostie..]

"My name isn't Wolf, contrary to popular belief. I am Dovev Lyall." He says, walking along side the angel. He looks over, curiosity piqued in the dark brown eyes of the wolf. Deal? Hm. The angel didn't seem comfortable with that topic, so he didn't ask. "MourningStar? That's an interesting last name. Is it one you've earned?" He asked, changing the subject as he glanced over at those blue eyes.

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"No, it's my fault, Contrast." He says, softly.

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Xa'limir smiled, hugging her back before taking her hand in his. He looks over at Grimm. "I'm older than I look. I can do what other dragons can't." He explains, then leads them over to the Treehouse.

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"I know they can... But not against Xa'limir... If he attacked..."

[нana ѕong]

Deryn gets to her feet after a moment, before heading back towards the stables. Young Nightshade might be able to bring her back to a solid piece of mind. Maybe. It wasnt overly likely, but it was better then nothing. The mare tended to make her feel better anyways.

[Alpha*]

"You could say that, I suppose; I was, am.. the cause.. of great mourning in Heaven. On Earth." Morag answers as he scrunches into himself. "I... just, it....my Angelic name is Morath it means "Hope Taker" in some toungs, and "Hope Bringer" in others. It is all in the way you choose to look at things. Many stars threw themselves from the skies at the things I did while 'just following orders', the name simply followed me here, and stuck Dovev Lyall - like the term 'Wolf', when I first came here your kind was known as the 'Luga-Ru', Children of the Moon."

"I cannot believe that, or let you." Contrast murmmers.

[Baelixx]

Alanna
She smiled brightly. "That's good, ready?"
Kwinerva
She smiled and walked with him inside, lightly leaning her head on his shoulder.
Grim
She just nodded and followed after quietly.
Jai
She smiled. "I was joking dear Adam..", she said, her tone light and merry.
Deathwing
He nodded and laid his head on his paws. "I hope they are well..."

[ghostie..]

"The day the Stars Cried." Dovev recognized the story, looking at Morag. "That is what it as known as in werwolf. That day is the reason many of my kind are known as lunatic. They say my ancestors watched the event and went insane. The insanity was passed down to myself, and my pack tried to kill me to get rid of it. It was long ago, and you can't blame yourself for that. Nor do I blame myself for my heritage." He says, looking at Morag now. "The Luga-Ru were actually separate from werewolves. They were far more noble. Some are still around, but I have none running through my veins. Nor have I done anything worth getting a last name. Lyall means 'wolf.' My name is literally Dovev Wolf." He smiles faintly. It was true, after all.

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"I attacked without question." He says, softly. It was against the Elves' code of peace, and he shook his head in shame.

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Once inside, Xa'limir spread his wings and shook his body once, like a dog might. He managed to get all the water off his wings, though his hair was still wet.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She smiled brightly and laughed as he shook water on her. She smiled and walked over to him, ruffling his hair and giggled . "You're all wet..", she says, stating the obvious.
Grim
She stood, looking at them as she smoothed down her hair and folded her wings neatly behind her back. She clasped her hands together and looked around curiously.

[Alpha*]

"Yes, I'd heard that those that live here, on this planet had stories of my Fall.. but none have ever admitted so.'' Morag murmmers as he begins to accend into his tree-home. "As i was taught those many centuries ago all wolves were Luga-Ru, unless they were simply animals. It was later that the classification was made." the Angel opens the door with a brush of his fingers, "I will make you up a bed in a minute.. soon as I'm warm again.." shame is in that quiet, rough voice at the admission; "I could give you one Dovev Lyall, if you would like me too." The strange, dying creature sits on a cusion beside the fire - having pulled the quilt from his bed around himself with no second thought.

Contrast remains wordless, setting the cup aside and slipping off the table before shifting to an adult human form. The WerCat wraps shaking arms around the other, burrying his face in Jacksons' shoulder, "i dont blame you.''

Adam flicks black-tipped ears and begins walking away. Forbidden. How could he? I know. Dear Adam? His heart aches in his scarred, pale chest, theres a lump in his throat. Would you... like to come to dinner?

He looks over his shoulder at her and blinks one dark eye before lurching for the sky as his namesake; laughing the silver teases her, I was born ready, the question is, were you?

[ghostie..]

Dovev shrugged, moving over to the fire. He frowned when he saw the flames were lacking, and he picked up some logs beside the fire and put them int he fireplace. The wolf crouched on the floor, blowing on the small flame, tempting it to get bigger. Once the flame roared to life, he stood, then looked at the angel. "A name?" He sighs, thinking about it. "No, I think I will remain as Lyall. Its a connection to my heritage, if I have any. A hope. Something to hold onto, proves me not a beast. Any name you could give me would categorize me as what as I am. A killer." He says, sitting on the floor by the angel's feet. "But, thank you."

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Jackson wraps his arms around the wer, hugging him close. Gently, he rested his head against the wer's. "Nor do you have anything to fear..."

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Xa'limir smiles, then walks over to the fire place. He dropped a few logs in, then puffed a bit of fire from his mouth to get the fire roaring. Once that was done, he returned his gaze to the two girls. "Are you two hungry?" He asks, stretching his arms above his head to pop his back. It had been a while since he had been in this form.

[Alpha*]

"No. I would not call you that, a killer. You are more than that - take my word for it. I know, I can see it." Morag tells the other with soft sternness; "A pity you cannot see what I do Star Crier." he looks down at his borrowed, caloused hands. "We make our own heratage, it starts with who we love, our friends, our family, those we are loyal too and grows." another long pause, "You were never a beast, you were never a monster.. or maybe you were, but you can Change.. it isnt our past deeds that define us. It is the times that we choose to do those deeds that define us. You are welcome." a yawn punctuates the Angels' words and he shakes his head to clear it away.

Contrast huffs softly and smiles despite himself; "No.. not anymore."