Mist seemed to rise from the ground as an owl hooted overhead. The owl flew, silently disappearing in moments. It was heading home. Too bad she could not do the same.

The elf moved through the light, early-morning fog that only people of villages like this would be awake in. They were not outside yet, of course - but they were getting baths and breakfasts. They were preparing for the day ahead. One or two people that were truly early risers were outside setting up small market stalls - nothing to those of the cities, of course, with their vast collections of every item imaginable. Here, there were only small collections of locally produced items - fresh produce from the farms nearby, clothing from the local tailor and seamstresses, small bits of artwork and home-made toys, and so forth. Still, the items were attractive and most - most, granted, not all - of the sellers were fairly honest folk. They didn't have the gold or tenacity to be merchants; they were merely small town sellers.

Of all the towns and cities in Arda, it was the small towns that Corinne preferred the most. They were quiet, peaceful, and easy to get a no-questions-asked room in. Even elves were more than welcome, and no one ever bothered them. Actually, small-town folk tended to show Corinne and other elves more respect than she thought any elf deserved - but unlike most other elves, she didn't take advantage of it. That's why she was an outcast, in fact. But she was not focusing on any of this now. She was merely enjoying the quiet of the early morning - which was why, even without elven ears, she would have heard the rustle of what sounded like very large wings and the soft, light footsteps that padded nearby long before she saw the strange, winged figure striding in her general direction.

Estolad was one of those places that the Archangel known as Zenith Meria liked to spend a lot of his time, well the time he had when not fighting, he seen this small village to be a splendid place to just relax and get his mind off of the evil that plagued the world of Arda constantly. On this very day the angel had chosen to not wear his glorious golden armour instead going for some basic black pants as well as a black top. The top however was ripped in several places, the reason for this was that Zenith had been resting in the village of Estolad the past two days getting rest from a recent demon strike that had unfolded within the grasslands not to far from the spectacular village.

That battle had taken its toll on the body of this angel, and had infact changed him forever. Others in Arda that knew Zenith knew him as a young man with long light brown hair and large white angelic wings, while now his hair was somewhat darker in colour and was much much shorter than ever before, even his wings had changed as a result of that battle as they had turned from white feathers into brown and red. The only other main change on this angel’s body was the scar now left down his left eye.

Even though his physical appearance had changed the same light of Holiness burned within the heart of the Divine Protector. He had awoken early on that mist filled morning in order to stretch his wings with a morning flight, as an angel he loved the feeling of the wind against his skin as well as his feathers, the birds soaring by him and the smell of the fresh air gracing his nose with every foot he flew further through the morning sky.

Of course it was not long before he went back to land at Estolad in order to obtain his possessions before heading back to the Temple of Life, it was only when he was coming in for a land that Zenith noticed a new comer in the village. How did he know for sure it was a new comer? In true he did not know for sure but the fact that the woman was out so early when most others in the village were still getting ready for the day ahead made it a rather safe bet that this woman was new to Estolad.

With his feet now firmly placed back on the ground Zenith tucked his wings into his back in order to take up less room when walking through the village streets, slowly he turned towards the woman that had not long entered the town and with a smile the angel began to walk towards her. It was not long before Zenith was only a few feet from this woman, his eyes casually locking onto her as he said, “Good morning Miss, how are you on this fine morning?” Waiting on a reply from the woman Zenith could not help but think of how his friends were doing at that very moment in time.

"I will be better when the sun rises and no wolves abound to die by the barbed tips of my shafts," was all she said. She continued walking. She did not know this winged man. He could have been angel - she had heard stories of them - but his wings and hair were too dark for such things. He could have been a fallen angel, she supposed, though an untrustworthy demon was more likely. Either way, she had no interest in chatter or a fight at this moment.

And it was the wolves she hated - not feared, hated. Not all of the wolves that had landed her in exile had been elven shapeshifters; some of them had been true wolves, guided into battle by elven druidic powers. And now wolves seemed to roam everywhere, free and unchecked. Three farms nearby had already been slaughtered. The only explanation was the band of rogue elves, some of which had escaped.

And so she kept walking, trying to enjoy what little was left of the twilight without worrying about whether or not a group of wolves or dire wolves was anywhere near this village. She was greatful for the company, though, so she slowed her pace a bit to acommodate the strange winged human near her.

"I will be better when the sun rises and no wolves abound to die by the barbed tips of my shafts," Those were the words that the Arch Angel heard before pass by the woman’s lips before she had started to walk from him. Raising one of his eyebrows Zenith thought to himself, “Hmmm another person who has had a bad run in with wolves?” Once thinking this the angel curled his lips into a small smile. He, in truth, had never had to many encounters with wolves in the past and thus had not gained any hatred or fear against them. Dragons on the other hand were something Zenith did not like much; the only dragon he had ever been able to trust was the Steel Dragon that aided him in many battles before. Other dragons however Zenith hated beyond belief as he had, on a number of occasions, had to battle with them. Said battles almost resulting with Zenith being killed!

Not long after she started to walk away Zenith turned his head to look towards the elven woman, that was when he noticed she had slowed down her walking pace. Seeing this Zenith turned to his entire body to full face her before setting off to walk by her side. As soon as he got to the woman the Angel said in a soft voice, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable before Miss. My name is Zenith Meria, an Arch Angel of Life and a Divine Protector of the Goddess of life. May I ask your name?” After Zenith had said this he waited for a reply to pass by the lips of the elven woman he was walking with. It had been some time since he had been within the company of an Elf, the last one being a close friend of Zenith known as Merenwen.

As he waited for a reply Zenith could not help but think the changed that had happened to his body, with his hair and wings changed in such a way he really did not look like the same follow of Life as before. Although he was not going to let that dampen his spirits for now, no for now he was going to try and enjoy the day to come in the company of the woman he was walking with.

((OOC: Took me long enough to post :lol: ))