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"Why on gaia would you want to hunt at this hour?" the elf asked seriously. It was predawn, one of the most dangerous times to be about. When beasts are at their most desperate for food.

His hand on each of their shoulders, Robert inadvertently pushed the girls closer together. Under normal circumstances this would be fine, however the elf could not shake this prickly feeling every time she got close to the mixed breed. She shied away from the girls' contact despite knowing that without touching she could not understand the words that she may utter.

"It is not that simple Robert. One of our cloaks may go missing unnoticed. But any more and they may begin to get suspicious. Not to mention our hasty departure is surely causing unrest amongst the village. They will be looking for us surely as the sun rises," she explained in dismay.

Ace face palms himself as he sits back but keeps his hand on Tolire's shoulder "Well can't you understand Cyra at least? So we can all communicate with each other? Also what could be so dangerous in the woods? I mean I am afraid of the dragon but one good shot between the eyes should kill it and and anything else would die if they were to attack us like wolves or something....Anyways I don't think I should talk like that. Sorry, So since I need to find a way home and since Cyra can't be just left to herself lets walk her in under protection of the coat while I go in without it. I mean I am Human and I probably feel different by this sense you were talking about right? Also by how you were talking the Elves seem like the type of creatures to accept Humans, I mean you guys are kinda related to us in a way. Well that is what the legends say in one form or another. I am kinda surprised you haven't advanced far into technology though like we have. I am guessing it is because you have your "Magic" but my plan could work. What do you think?"

As the two argue Robert notices Cyra get up and almost bash her head but doesn't really understand what is going on until she says something then runs out of the cave trying to fly. Robert gets to the edge of the cave seeing her fly off as she starts to plummet to the ground "Well that is gonna hurt....a lot." With that Robert sighs and looks back to Tolire touching her hand "Hey I'll get her you figure out something alright." With that Robert climbs down the waterfall and runs over to where Cyra had fallen. Once upon reaching the area he walks up to her and looks at her body to make sure she is breathing and realizes she is still conscious then picks her up by her arms and gives her a fireman's carry as he walks back to the cave "You know I am not gonna give up right? Come on now you still have to rest up so where did you think you were going in the condition you were in. Robert gets to the bottom of the waterfall and looks up giving a sigh as he starts to climb making sure Cyra is secure and by doing this it strains his body more. After a couple minutes he reaches the cave and puts her in her original spot as he sits down taking a much needed break.

"There are many things in these woods that would make a snack out of you. Do not judge it by its appearance. This place is not like your fabled home world," she warned gently. It was a death sentence normally, to wander out at night. That they had survived this long was a miracle. She thanked the little cave with an affectionate pat. Tolire decided not to comment on the differences of their race. It would not do to get into an argument about which was better.

She took the necessary silence after hearing his plan. Would such a thing work? Would the villagers be less alarmed at seeing a myth come to life? OR would they fear the very real danger of the conflicted beast before her. Her blood always hindered her, fighting itself as it did. The elf pitied the girl, but did not voice her empathy. Sythansarii's were notorious for being short tempered and easily offended. A dastardly combination in her opinion.

Before she could voice her concerns, an icy chill ran along her spine. Her gift of hearing changed, depending on the voice and language used. Unlike the warm airy sensation she felt when she focused on Robert, Cyra made a sharp sting of ice prickle along her skin. Tolire barely had time to process what the power meant when the girl spoke in almost guttural tones. The tones weren't that of anger, more like an accent. The elf suspected that would be how she sounded, should the mix breed ever attempt to speak the singsong verses of elvish. Soon as the message had been passed the girl pulled away, much to the relief of the elf. Nothing personal, but that icy sensation made her shiver. It didn't help that it took her completely by surprise. She had never touched one of either angelic or demonic flavor. Tolire wondered if that was why the sensation was so cold and stinging. A taste of the girls' inner turmoil.

She watched idly as the human ran after the fallen child. A pang of guilt and fear tore its way through her. How could she call herself a child of Gaia? The eltar built their people on the belief of helping all life, no matter the danger to themselves. Life was a sacred thing not to be lost, but nurtured. As Robert returned with Cyra, Tolire shifted to the side to stay out of his way.

After taking a shaky breath to settle her nerves, the elf knelt down beside the human to examine the newest injuries. Gently, she folded the girls' wings off to one side so they were safe from being stepped on as she replaced the giant broad leaves they had used as blankets.

"Karmanalii mata Gaia," she whispered. Forgive me, mother Gaia.

The angel sighed, as if she were shaking her head. "You are far beyond the reach of help from your home here." she began, deciding to tell him the truth. "As for her and the elf… it's too soon to be calling them friends. Half-breeds of any sort are not treated… kindly, and she… it's not her fault for what she is. She merely distrusts people and other races as a form of defense, something she learned over the years in order to survive. This past incident with her father was not the first, nor is it the last attempt on her life." The angel chose her words wisely, trying to say it kindly. Perhaps it was not her place to say, but she felt that she could trust this human with the information. Or rather, she felt he needed to know at least this much if he planned to stay by Cyra for any longer. "No amount of this… therapy could ever help her. Her demon is not a force that can be controlled. She could perhaps tame it, but that would take a long time and much effort. No one has ever been able to completely control a demon." Hearing Robert's last comment, the angel's tone became stern. "This is no dream, human. This world and what is happening to you is as real as your home and the air you breathe. Do not do anything rash."

"I didn't say she is a demon, I said she can't control her demon. Listen carefully to your elders, boy. Or did you not learn that back on earth? And do not think for a minute I don't know what goes on in her mind. I know everything about that girl, even her deepest fears." The angel scolded Robert in his mind. He had no idea what he had just started; the angel's anger could get quite terrifying at times. "And I care if her father comes back because that puts you and me in danger. Angels do not look happily upon one who injures them, especially with an angel so prideful as her father. It's a wonder he hasn't been banished from Heaven yet. Do not think you are invincible here, with your weapons and such. These people have ways of hurting you in only ways you humans have dreamed of. And DON'T YOU USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME, BOY. NOR DO I APPRECIATE THE USE OF PROFANITY. You want me to show myself? Fine. I WILL." With a last huff, the angel's voice in his head became silent.

Cyra's body began to glow again, though she made no movement or sound. A blinding white light filled the cavern, causing any living creature with eyes to recoil. As it faded away, a mess of white feathers lay around Cyra. She opened her eyes to reveal two sapphire blue eyes, so different from her usual crimson ones. Sitting up, she looked over to Robert, not showing any emotion. Though she kept her wings folded, they could see that they had changed to the color of fresh snow. "I am the one you wanted to see, correct?" She spoke to Robert, in both his mind and verbally. Though she had no emotion upon her face, her eyes dared him to try and shoot her. "Don't try to act so high and mighty here, human. While you were at the top of the food chain on earth, here there are creatures who aren't afraid of your weapons and such. Try think before you act." She snorted delicately.
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Robert lowers his hand gun but still keeps the safety on it off in case something happens. Robert knew even though she had Cyra's body he would still shoot her and if had to would kill her to defend himself and Tolire. "Yes we are the top of the food chain on Earth and are the most powerful race even here we would be as there is no creature I have found even you wanna be angels and demons that could take us in a fight. I am not afraid of you like Tolire here because I know that I can hurt you. Not now as you are controlling Cyra but I know even the strongest armors fall to the weapons I have, I am probably stronger than you fakes." Robert did not believe these creatures to be of Angel descent or Demons either as he knew if they were then how would he have hurt Cyra's father or why would they be so violent if they were so high and mighty. There had to be more to it. "Now lets sit down and talk shall we?" Robert says sitting on his rock like before as he pulled out a lighter and looked for something to burn to rekindle the fire they had going as he still kept his eyes on the "Angel" and have his hand on the gun.