Through the Mist }{ Open

[thesilverfox]

Silently creeping through the wood, Ethera had shapeshifted into a wolf, her fur a bright snowy white. Watching quietly, she saw the nymph and man greeting each other cautiously. She hung back, shy and unsure of what to do. She would have liked to join them, wherever they were going, but Ethera didn't think that a being of her kind would be welcomed.

Deciding to give it her best shot, she slowly loped towards the two. Catching the sense of an aura nearby, she slowed, but could not see the hunter hidden near her and his fresh kill. Shrugging it off, she kept towards the nymph, and upon reaching the edge of the woods near the pond, she shapeshifted back into her Seraphim self. Very nervously, she stepped forward. Afraid of startling the pair, she spoke softly,

"Erm..hello there, friends. I can see that you are in pain kind sir, may I offer my services to your aid?"

[Twichey]

[navy] "Their it was again" Twichey thought. That stare that seamed to peirce his soul "its as if she knows I'm hear but cant quite find me". A chill ran up Twiche's spine, this was an odd fealing...something new... somthing he had never felt before. Was this fear? He had not felt this before, this feeling of weakness. He shook his head and cleared his mind. If he was to stay focused he Need let minor events cloud his thoughts. As she went back to her work of helping the man. Something he didn't expect happened...

A slender woman emerged from the forest. This had shocked Twichey, he had not noticed her at all nor had he sensed any presence. This new addition to the group could Change things but then again it may not, only fate would decide. He realized the more he looked at her, her long white hair, her pale smooth completion, that she was ...beautifull, stunning to say the least. She was so fair she resembled an elf, but she was not, he had never Seen anything like her. The longer he stared he seamed calm, less caring of the events prior to he arrival as if she had touched his heart and relaxed its beating. He rubbed his eyes and stared at her, he couldn't believe it. She had ...wings! Her appearance was that of an angel, or a goddess. The description he had gotten from books anyway. She had to be an angel, their was no other explanation.

As he continued to stare at this angel, a thought arose in his mind. "If she indeed be an angel, then she would surely appose him completely. His most recent encounter with the deity flashed through his mind for a moment then left. Surely she could feel his presence, but perhaps she had not defined its source, their wear after all two others in which to choose from. He would soon make himself known, it was time to find out weather they could help or not. But not just yet, their was more to this group than met the eye he could feel it. And so he would continue to bide his time until it was right.[/navy]This is geting good with all the variations of joining charecters. -