"Tis a beautiful day, today," said Durno'Ven, looking at the sureal landscape around him. Birds and forest critters were all chattering loudly, every leaf was highlighted by the sun. "The Lady of Life has blessed me today." Durno'Ven reached up, as if to hold the sunlight within his palm, and brought it down to his cheek. He lifted his head and pulled back his cloak to get a better look around him. He did not care for hiding his demonic taint today. No, it was far to good of a day to worry about such trivial things.
Durno'Ven closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, whispering a prayer to his Goddess. After he spoke those sacred words, his breathed a sigh of relief. Everything always seemed brighter after praying to the Goddess. "I must find a place to enjoy this day," Durno'Ven thought out loud. Upon speaking those words he looked to his left and right. He spotted what he needed to see in an instant. Underneath the shade of a large tree was a small cubby formed between two of the trees roots. "Goddess you light my path," He said while walking over to the cubby. After examining it to make sure that his large girth would be able to fit in between the two roots, he unclasped his cloak and took off his sword, a katana, and roled it up with the cloak, with nothing up the handel sticking out. Durno'Ven sat in the cubby, letting his long back hair touch the forest floor. Setting his cloak and sword with in easy reach of his left hand, he close his eyes and let the warmth of the life giving sun wash over him.

Maktesh was gently gliding through the air enjoying the bright sunlight and crisp breeze. Nothing was as relaxing as stretching his wings and feeling the cool breeze ruffle his feathers. As he continued gliding in elegant circles he say a man sitting in the crook of a large tree. What better way to enjoy this day than in the company of another?, considered Maktesh. As he slowly drifted lower towards the man he was struck with astonishment at this man's impressive size. It was as though it were a mountain of flesh and muscle enjoying the sunlight! as he gently set down in the soft grass Maktesh began to step towards the man in order to greet him only to stop. Suddenly Maktesh felt aprehensive and uneasy. There was no apparent danger and the only explanation for this feeling would have to be found in his celestial blood. Maktesh was only a half angel, the remnents of a father he never knew. At times he would fell stange emotions, almost warnings, but he had never learned enough of celestials to actually decypher what these feelings meant. Nevertheless he approached and was shocked to see what apparently was some form of demon in front of him. In a panic Maktesh quickly drew his holy broadsword from it's worn leather scabbard between his wings, while simultaneously spreading them in what he knew was a futile attempt to look larger and more imposing. Maktesh couldn't help but notice that in the presence of this demon-creature his sword was not engulfed in holy flames as was normal in the presence of an evil entity. "What manner of being are you that my sword doth not recognize your evil?" Maketsh shouted towards this gargantuan man from behind his holy armament, rapidly regretting his decision to set down in his particular field.

Beauty. Pure and simple. No other words could describe the scene that sat before Drake. The wandering soul strode slowly through the forest, not sure where he was. He wanted to stay, however, in the perfect woods. Breathing in and out slowly, enjoying the bliss found only in nature, Drake continued moving. Then, a presence. As he walked calmly through some brush, he felt it. The presence of somebody else, a sentient being. When Drake saw the hulking mass bearing a sword and cloak, he stopped and backed up into the shade, hiding halfway behind a tree. The man could've been an older, much bigger form of Drake. He wore a cloak to guise himself, carried a katana, and had flowing, straight black hair. Drake, however, was not such a beast.

The creature set down the cloak and sword, enjoying the peace and soaking in the sun. For a moment, Drake considered coming out of his shade. Then, a form in the sky. An angel, Drake had thought. And he was right. The angel landed gracefully before the hulking man, walking calmly towards him. Perhaps a conversation? A secret meeting, maybe? But this time, Drake's guess was wrong. The angel became agitated. He drew his blade and seemed to grow very nervous. He shouted.
"What manner of being are you that my sword doth not recognize your evil?"

Drake waited patiently, his blade at ready. His so called "hiding" was really just him standing back in the shade. He was halfway covered vertically by a large tree trunk behind the tree where the large man sat. Noting the angel's panic and the giant's relaxed form, he guessed the angel had been mistaken. However, Drake had seen evil cloaked before. His katana in his right hand, which was covered behind the tree, Drake hoped for no violence.

Durno'Ven's eyes fluttered open at the sound of wings beating. Never one to be caught off guard, he slept slightly. Figuring that it was just a large bird, Durno'ven closed his eyes, but did not doze off.

Durno'Ven heard the steps coming towards him, but he did not look up. If the man were a thief or cut thoart he would have been far more stealthily in his aproach. All of a sudden the steps halted. Durno'Ven's attention was drawn to this, mabey the man did not realise what he was unit he got this close.

The sound of steel being drawn was drownd by the rush of spreading wings. "What manner of being are you that my sword doth not recognize your evil?" shouted an elegant voice that demanded attention.

Durno'Ven tilted his head so he could see the figure in front of him. The man, or celestial, was quite imposing with peircing blue eyes and a mane of blonde hair. He was tall and very well built, with large feathered wings that made him appear much larger. The angel was holding a marvelous sword at Durno'Ven, one that looked quite sharp and apparently had some magic that had faltered for some reason.

Durno'Ven sat up but did not get up. He did not want to agravate this being, expecially when he was in the far more favorable postion.

"Excuse me if I do not let go my weapon," said Durno'Ven "but you have me at quite an uncomfortable situation. I, sir, can understand why you may draw your sword at one like myself, but I can assure you that I mean no one any harm, Goddess of Life strike me if I lie. I was just trying to enjoy the shade of this beautiful tree on this wonderful day. I have no wish to quarrel, but I could use some company. If you would like to rest here with me and chat that would be splendid. If not, then please leave me in peace. My name would be Durno'Ven by the way." Durno'Ven said all of this while keeping a relaxed posture, making shure that the celestial could see any more that he tried to make.

Maktesh paused and looked at the large man. He was shocked. Clearly this was some for mof demonic creature, yet he was polite and seemed to bear him no harm. Maktesh puzzled at this strange conundrum. Suddenly he realized his folly, he was only a half angel, who says that this man was not the same, just half demon? One cannot be held accountable for the actions of his ancestors. Maktesh quickly sheathed his sword and apologized, "I am sorry good sir. The comment about evil, would you happen to be some form of demon?" Maktesh pulled in his wings, the featehrs ruffling ever so slightly. He shifted back and forth a bit uncomfortably, realizing that should he be wrong and this man be a full blooded demon, then this friendliness may just be a ruse meant to disarm him and cause him to lower his guard.

Durno'Ven smiled at the celestials new found politeness. It was very reasonable for someone to mistake him for a full blooded demon. At least this being had enough sence to ask before he swung. Durno'Ven probably could not have defended too well, but he would try.

"Actually, Sir, I am a half-breed. My demon taint is quite obvious in comparison to many other half emons that I have met." said Durno'Ven.

Durno'Ven put a hand agianst the tree that he was laying up agianst and drew himself up. He stood a little over a foot taller than the angel in front of him. Had he been one of evil nature, he would rush the celestial now whle his sword was put away.

Durno'Ven notcied the angel's uncomfortable shifting and realised that this whole situation was just plain awkward. He laughed out loud at the obserdity of it all. He dropped the katana from his left hand and held out his right.

"My name is Durno'Ven. What would yours be angelic one?" asked Durno'Ven. He wanted to remember the name of one who had enough control not to strike at someone as hidious as himself.

Sunlight captured the Taurai woods, sending the animals of the woods into the open, the time to hunt was now, but Aralishia was well fed and needed nothing other that the sunlight and a bit of rest to rejuvinate her sore limbs after a long day's travel.

A doe, mighty, delicate, and a palmy tan the color of the magical trees, moved in front of her, slightly alarming her, but she clamed herself, or she wouldn't be able to calm the pregnant doe. E tu, nevera estoa? Te duesa ner davol. She said in elven, the most ancient of languages, cooing the deer. Almost all animals understood elven, or at least knew that those who spoke it were friendly. Ara had no intentions of killing the magnificent beast, but perhaps one day befriending a deer, to be her companion. She stroked it's short, tan fur and continued her search for the sanctuary of a mighty oak's shade to relieve her of her weariness.

She came upon a break of the grassy pass; a river below slithering along brightly colored stones. It relfected the light of the sun, the brightness so great Ara felt the need to protect her deep blue eyes. Ara didn't intend on getting drenched, and as the river was fairly deep, she decided not to wade across but find a bridge across. A mossy fallen tree resting across the chasm, it casted a shadow along the river so Ara could glance down. She focused on the shadow and spotted a few minnows swimming through the river, moving in a steady, flowing pace that most rivers tend to keep. Ara pressed her bare right along the base of the tree, It stayed in place, so she next put her left foot on the trunk, it showed no movement at her shift of weight, she she walked along the trunk of the tree slowly, placing her feet at the bare spots where no moss showed on the trunk. As she reached the end, she slipped slightly, but regained control and made it to the other side.

Ara walked a little further, then heard voices talking to eachother. She assumed no trouble would come in meeting the folk, they seemed harmless from the sound of their voices. She approached warily, stopping in a bush so she could see them without being seen.

She spotted Arachangel Drake and smiled, continuing through the brush until she reached the clearing. They were resting, 3 of them, all male, inbetween two roots.

She approached them with a half smile. And to whom do I owe this unexpected surprise?

Maktesh smiled an embarresed smile. This man, Durno'Ven was only a half-demon, juast as he was only a half-angel. "I am Maktesh, and we are quite a bit more similiar than I had originally thought, I am only half celestial like yourself. My father was a full blooded angel, but my mother was just a simple farmer's daughter." Suddenly an elven woman approached the clearing. Maktesh turned, now fully confident in there being no danger turniong his back to Durno'Ven, and heard the woman inquire, "And to whom do I owe this unexpected surprise?" Tired of all the awkward seriousness Maktesh decided to have a little fun at her expense, "Depends, who might you be?". Maktesh crossed his arms across his leather armor in an attempt to look gruff and mean, but couldn't manage to keep a smile form crossing his lips.

"Friends" she said, adressing all of them, even though one knew her name already, "I am Aralishia Bandaar, but please, call me Ara. And now, now that I have given mine, I would like yours. Who are you, exactly?"

She gave herself a place amoung the group, but she happened to find that there was no room on the ground, and, without askig them to shift over for her or any of that nonsense, she instead rested herself on a large oaken root. She sat still for a moment, making sure it wasn't an ent, thensettled herself into the bark of the tree, realxing in the shade protecting her from the hot of the day.

OOC: Sorry, I had to go. No time for this post, but I had to put something