10-20-2018, 09:29 PM
Lo and behold, Sunhaven had just become the foster parent to yet another holy figure; which was certainly not a bad thing at all. This being’s presence only increased the bulk of angelfolk whom operated on these isles even further, giving rise to a slew of solace to the male’s intellect. See, the enclaves of the Typhoon, howbeit luxorious and pleasant, housed a quantity of demons in addition to angels, the fact of which induced thorniness upon Marco, for the lynx had put an end to a many of their kind prior to rolling in, and was forthwith complied to treating the hellions as friends instead of foe. Hence, he felt awkward around the place, hardly leaving his home unless absolutely necessary - until today. As the sun threw its mighty beams onto the Earth, Marco detected a new latency in the midst. An angel, for sure, yet not one of the few he had grown accustomed to among the ranks of the Typhoon.
No, this person was new, and like him.Clad in wings of his own, along with his fiery halo, he enthusiastically left the comforts of his abode in search of this creature.
The creature’s aura was so enticing, it took the angel nearly no effort at all to track the male down. Upon arrival, he’d scan the wolf, immediately identifying those telltale wings, his scent being strangely foreign. Shooting the canine a holy smile, whom must be an angel, not a shred of doubt throughout his holy veins, he’d speak in his honeyed tone, controlled by what was barely a Romanian accent. "Welcome to the Typhoon," he’d introduce, ”my name is Marco, I’m new here, so I’m new to this type of stuff. Do you wish to join us here on our little retreat?”.
No, this person was new, and like him.Clad in wings of his own, along with his fiery halo, he enthusiastically left the comforts of his abode in search of this creature.
The creature’s aura was so enticing, it took the angel nearly no effort at all to track the male down. Upon arrival, he’d scan the wolf, immediately identifying those telltale wings, his scent being strangely foreign. Shooting the canine a holy smile, whom must be an angel, not a shred of doubt throughout his holy veins, he’d speak in his honeyed tone, controlled by what was barely a Romanian accent. "Welcome to the Typhoon," he’d introduce, ”my name is Marco, I’m new here, so I’m new to this type of stuff. Do you wish to join us here on our little retreat?”.