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The forest was deep, dark, and calming. Even moreso when it was raining heavily like it was. The smell of decaying leaves reached his nostrils and he sniffed the air curiously. There was something else on the early summer air. Something nostalgic floating by on the wind that was saturated with water from the downpour.

It was already fairly late in the evening, the sun obscured by the dense overcast. Most unusually, it had been raining for days now, occasionally with a frightful storm that crept up on the lage academy and nearby town. Residents had been reporting things going missing lately as well; small items, food, the rumour even mentioned a couple of people who had mysterious vanished or been attacked late in the night, but those were still unfounded for now.

The tendons of strong dark wings creaked slightly before their owner took off at a dash, leaping from tree branch to tree branch, shaking the water and fresh leaves from them. The figure stopped, rain beading from his volumes of water repellant white fluff as he lurched forward again and peered through the trees at the forest path.

There was a being here some where. Something so familiar to him yet so vague. Faded memories floated up from the depths of his mind. A school? Friends? A family? These things were alien to him. He had been gone from this world for too long; so long that he barely remembered that he had once been born there; born from an experiment to create life. The experiment had gone wrong though, leaving the Angel with a Demon Soul, now a halfbreed that was feared or ridiculed wherever he went.

Lightning flashed overhead in sheets, reflecting in his storm blue eyes that glowed momentarily as though they were absorbing the energy from the electrified atomsphere. A grin spread across his tanned face, large sharp fangs glinting in another flash overheard. "Deskri," he whispered, letting it carry on the wind towards the figure that was hunched against a tree beside the path.

The grin widened to that of a cheshire cat, 'A scaredy cat as always,' the figure mused thoughtfully as Deskri tired to sound even remotely commanding. The scent was unbearable to the demonic creature and he finally let his nature take over. With a flash, he leapt down from the tree, landing on all fours with a low, errie growl, his eyes lighting up again before he dasshed forwards, his claws glinting in the lightning as he lunged for his target.

He collided with the smaller figure, pinning it to the soaked forest floor, spashing mud over the both of them and surrounding area. It was almost pitch black as they skidded to a halt under a large protective pine tree, out of wind, rain, and lightning. He leaned in, sniffing carefully once more before hauling the poor smaller Meta into a fluffy hug. "Deskri!" he grinned widely holding the other by his cheeks to make him look up.

His long pointed ears twitched as he stared back at the sleeping face of Deskri, one of his few friends at the academy from many years ago before it had closed down and he had gone off on his own, turning into a ferral demon. He let loose a close-eyed smile and scooped up the smaller demon, "I see you haven't grown up yet," he mused aloud to the sleeping figure, folding his wings up like a giant umbrella as he stepped out into the rain once more, following Deskri's scent back towards the academy.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the rain had let up to a steady stream and the large fluffy demon stepped out of the woods, strolling across the grounds and up the main path. With a loud bang, he kicked open the entrance hall doors just as he had done once before, long ago, but this time he nearly knocked one of them off its hinges with his strength.

Pausing to look at the door before giving an idle shrug, the demon opened his wings again to reveal the unconscious Deskri before he gave himself a shake, spraying mud and water all over the entrance area.

Santheas felt slight movement in his arms and looked down just in time to see Deskri mumble his name up at him, a whide fangy grin spreading across his face, "You got it, Des," he replied, puffing his wings a bit to shake out the remaining water.

"Now where was that infirmary again..." he mumbled, his deep blue eyes searching around the entrance hall before he shrugged, heading of in the first direction he picked, following the smell of antiseptic and bandages that wafted its way through the halls. He would find it sooner or later.

"I've been out and about the worlds and realms," he replied with a shrug, stopping at Deskri's other question. "Did you want to go somewhere else. I tackled you pretty roughly, and you even fainted... I was just going to make sure you were alright," he stated, blinking. "I can take you back to the dormatory if you like though. I'll have to arrange for a house or find a cave or something nearby to live in. As an adult, I'm too old to be in the dorm," he explained.

Santheas barked a laugh, "Sorry Kid, I couldn't help it, you just looked so vulnerable and I had just been travelling for a very long time without any contact," he explained, now stopped completely and at a loss of where to go. Deskri needed to get dried off before he got sick.

"Of course they don't let adults stay in the dorm. They never have as far as I knew," he replied. "We're adults after all, we like our privacy and we tend to do adult things that would otherwise scar the children if they happened to walk in on us," he winked.

He blinked again, "Sonnet is back?" he asked. He had remembered her from back then. Though he doubted she remembered him at all.

Edmund was minding his own business staring out the window in one of the hallways of the academy. Amazingly he didn't have either of his brothers in tow as they were off playing under Sun's supervision. He was surprised to find he felt a bit lonely and bored without either one to keep him company, but that might have been because he had yet to really make any friends. Edmund was just so shy that he had trouble connecting with people.

His attention was drawn from out the window to the sound of footsteps. He spotted a man with long dark blue hair holding what appeared to be a sickly looking teenage boy. Edmund didn't recognize either, but then he still didn't recognize barely anyone around here. He peered at them while they talked, his shyness battling it out with his curiosity. Finally the curiosity gained a rare victory and he slowly approached the two. "Is he...um...is he ok? Are you lost?" he asked softly to the man, brown eyes fixated on the boy in his arms worriedly.