Talia felt it -- the choke in his words. She felt the way he wanted to scream at her, tell her to leave him be. Leave him rot the way he was destined to. Even if he had, Talia wouldn't have. She would stay standing right where she was. In front of him, where he needed her to be. Talia wasn't one to give up very easily, and she wasn't about to start now. The angel had one thing on her mind, and that was Amenadiel. Her brother, her anchor, her hope. The broken angel of a man that stood before her was the last of anything she had. Last of anyone..
As he asked her why him, and then continued on about asking why she would anchor herself to him, and not anyone else -- Talia gave it a thought. Though, it was all the same answer. Amenadiel was her family, her brother, friend... Her everything. Without him, she truly was nothing. She would know nothing. See... nothing. Talia wouldn't have the world without him. "Do you even remember what I've done?" Talia shook her head, "No.. You've never told-" Her words were cut short, Amenadiel speaking to fast for her to reply. As he told her a fraction of what he thought was so wrong, her brows furrowed for a moment. He was a commander -- wasn't it his job to protect? Why was he being punished for simply doing what he was told. Now knowing this infuriated her. Though, his touched brought her back. The grip on her wrists calming her. She could feel it though, the tremble within him, as if he were ready to collapse at any moment. The feeling of weakness. Almost like he hadn't been taking care of himself properly.
When he asked her if she believe in redemption, Talia nodded. "I do, brother.." she trailed off, allowing him room to speak some more.
"Last one..... When you look at me... what do you see?"
Not what she remembers, Not what she hopes for. What's standing in front of her, now. The ruin. The sinner. The brother. "Everything." Talia answered, her hands dropping from his face. "I see everything." She added, "Amenadiel, you may be broken, you may think you deserve pain.. But, you were only doing your duties. You were casted away wrongfully! Your job was to protect, did the creator think you could possibly do that without killing? I'm sure he killed to protect before he made more of us!" Her words got louder the more she talked. It was obvious she was upset. Upset that her brother was cast away for merely doing his job. Taking in a deep breath, she'd exhale slowly. "I'm sorry, Brother.." she sighed. "When I look at you, I can't see anything..... Physically." She joked, gently pushing his shoulder. "But, I know you.... I don't have to see you to know who you are..." She trailed off, quickly just wrapping her arms around him, embracing him into a hug. "You are Amenadiel, you are you... perfectly imperfect... Sins. No sin. You can be whatever you wish to be down here... If you really put some thought into it..." Pulling away from the embrace, some tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I need you here, just remember that... okay?"
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Wolf/Animal example
The dame had a rather uneventful last few days since her interaction with the King Of Fienye. Other than a few small mishaps with other beings that hadn't piqued her interests near as much. The only thing she was truly greatful for was the fact she was able to rid of the kings scent that intermixed with her own. He wouldn't keep any claim above her, she would not let him have anything over her head. Not even if he truly wanted something to hold over her head. Flicking her tail, the dame walked along the terrain, her cranium even with her spine. Yukon's emerald gaze stared ahead of her -- her auricles swiveling atop of her crown. Even seemingly alone, the dame knew better. No one was ever alone. There was always something or someone lurking.
It seemed that not everyone remembered that...
Hearing a some nearby cracking, and snarling, the dames auricles flicked with amusement and curiosity. Her frame making the small turn to head toward the noise. As the sounds got louder, an all too familiar scent hit her nares.
The King Of Fienye.
Hunkering her frame down toward the ground, Yukon stalked forward. Rustling the brush in hopes it would gain his attention. Though, as her emerald gaze peered through the brush, it landed on a rather amusing scene. Dravexis was throwing himself against a tree, as if it had done something to hurt him. His intoxicating scent radiating off of him as his anger increased. A small smirk played on her lips as she watched it unfold. It wasn't much longer before the brute stopped, backing down as he panted.
Yukon took this opportunity to move from her spot in the brush, her tail waving behind her in amusement. "Seems someone doesn't have all of his ducks in as much of a row as he thought, hm?" The dame questioned, a grin spreading evenly upon her lips. "Poor Lamb.." Yukon stated, giving a fakish frown as she lowered her haunches to the ground, her tail wrapping around her paws as she looked at him. "Tell me... What makes you so angry you must take it out on a tree?" She questioned, standing up as she examined his maw. "And give yourself.. All those splinters and other unneeded wounds?" The dame practically purred her questions out, her frame moving toward him as she gently lifted her muzzle towards him, pulling a singular splinter from his maw, spitting on the ground in front of her. Yukon then spun back around, her tail gently grazing his shoulders as she walked a few paces away. Her frame swiftly turning back around to face him before she lowered her haunches back to the ground.
Sunny and Warmer
