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(ooc:Damn! I'm sorry! Mum took the comp.)

(I'll let the passing through the portal slide, since your character is a starshifter.)

Asirma sighed above, he was only moments from damning his soul by interveaning when the battle ended. He had shielded the werewolf elder and her her son, who were outside of the barrier. All he could do after that was help remove the barrier quickly, after it began to unravel.

The starshifter appeared and rushed to the elder werewolf's side and his heart grew saddened. He flew down slowly and landed infront of the starshifter and the werewolves. Wh moved to their weapons, as if for protection.

<Be at piece children of the Lunar Goddess, starshifter... I am only here to help in what I can...> Asirma bent down and took his foreclaws, and only using thier tips, he removed the platinum from the wound and tossed it far away. He then bent down close and breathed life, resonating from the earth itself, back into the Elder's body. Without anymore words, Asirma lifted off the ground and waited...

(Im not quite sure how to jump in right now...)

Azu sniffed slightly. He had lost interest in whatever he had been following, and had turned away. At the moment, he was wandering aimlessly north, yawning occasionally.
He was clad in his signature pants and his katanas were belted at his waist. He wore no armor, but he was covered in dirt, grime, and dark splotches that looked vaguely like blood.

A small bit of wandering back the way he came, with Sonusai somewhat nearby, had him a bit curious. There was probably a reason why Sonusai was so formal all the time; probably upbringing. Whatever it was, it might have a few signs of mental damage that can be resolved properly. "With the way you were talking formalities - as nice, fluent, and melodious as they sound - if one thinks carefully about it, one can conclude that you have had a bit of a traumatizing upbringing; one not quite as severe as mine, but still bad enough to drill seemingly 'good' habits when they are potentially a bad habit."
He was going to break the silence by opening himself a little, and hoped to see Sonusai open herself a little in response. When he came to the word 'good', he used his fingers to gesture a 'quote', as if to imply that those 'good' habit were actually bad in some ways. He felt that something was plainly wrong somewhere somewhat distant, but as to what it was, he had no idea; and if he paced like this forever like he did now, he'd never find out - not that he was dying to learn about it...
(( @ Poisonbite: For jumping in, you can probably notice either Einhander, Omio, or Sonusai, and approach/talk. It's about the only realistic section you can get into. ))
(( @ BrienaBloodLust: Should Omio stray slightly from his patch to see Briena by accident? ))
(( @ All: You might (Not a requirement; I hate those.) need a bit of a lesson later about some of the grammar things I use, and it's a handy guideline to follow and/or change for when you RP - both in forum and in chat. You can drop me a PM if you want this, and more tips. Might as well be a help, right? ))

As Omio wandered off talking with Sonusai in tow, Einhander nods towards Kestrel and sets off on his own path, his bow back in a readiness. He was a bit relieved to be out of the company of so many, and felt much more invisible under the cover of the trees alone, once he made his way out.

After a few moments of taking in the woods again, he began looking for edible plants and the like.

He then looked at Sonusai, astonished. In a short amount of time, she had adressed a huge part of his own history - perhaps she was one of the people whom had fell victim to what she had. "Ah, so in one manner, we're a lot alike... I, too, lost my place to live in - not once, but twice..." His eyes went green. Lime green. They were almost glowing. "...I hope you weren't a part of my misfortune..."

(Omio... Bri is with me within the area no one else can reach right now... But the story is almost done for there so we will return to the forest soon.)

(( I'm using my timefillers, so Briena can still say something about it. As things stand, finding her within an hour is going to be unrealistic. So you guys have time to finish your bit with ease. Besides, I like having the majority around to kinda flow with...))

((the story we're in will end in a while... though when it does, finding bri may be the least of your worries.))

He understood completely, and had to relieve this young one, despire it being so painful to himself. "Plagues cannot be helped; rats travel from cellar to cellar all the time, and then through dirt holes, so it can't be helped. Whereas my case..." His eyes welled up with tears. He hated himself for having many search for him, and whatever it was about him that so many government officials wanted was still a mystery. The worst thing was that his own sister was taken for the same reason. Had his parents done something wrong? A tear fell down his own face, though he couldn't speak any more.

(( Which is why I'm asking, not forcibly playing later on; in case she wants to opt out. ))

(( Oh, dayumn... ))
After taking to a hug, noting Sonusai's blushing a bit, he moved out of it after some time in the grip of her arms. They were about 20 minutes along, and had stopped for a short bit for this. The other couple of miles would be covered in about 2 hours, so they still had some time to go. "I'm... ...sorry to have brought it up... I should have thought better to bring up not only your pain, but my own..." The trees all looked familiar to him since he had gone this way before - they hadn't strayed from the path he took before he met the group. His eyes seemed to remain their green as before, though his throughts had glued themselves to those bad thoughts; and he was beginning to abhor that.

Asirma opened the portal to return to the mainland and flew through, the werewolves, carrying Lunarus, and the Starshifter followed him out. When they were clear of the portal, Asirma closed it once more. They all stood around the Angelic falls once more. Selene clasped her hands together and waited until they grew white. She placed them on Lunarus's chest and they both became enveloped by the light.

Asirma watched with glowing eyes, as Arimis staggered back and covered his eyes, until the light faded. In the Elders' place stood a silver and white wolf. Their armor and weapons laying beside it. Arimis walked up and stored the gear away, and took the four swords and strapped them to his back, so he had two over his right shoulder, two over his left, and his large two hander strait up the center.

Silver Fang looked at them. <We are finally whole, a complete being that was once broken. After wandering for so long, searching for peace, we have found it... Arimis, guard the star shifter, for it is now your place to be the Lunar Goddess's guardian. Starshifter, we thank you, for your appearence has finally brought us together once more... Guardian of the living earth, we implore you to keep both of them safe, that is our final command...> At this the wolf turned and jumped back into the mists of the Angelic falls. No splashing from their form hitting the water was made, no portal had opened, yet the wolf had vanished...

Asirma bowed his head to their command and his head fell further. His energy left him. His form rappidly shifted back and he collapsed to the ground. Arimis ran over to him and helped rest him against a tree... The Dekan was unconcious, taking the remaining burder of the suffering the Lunar Goddess went through... for it was his duty to relieve her of pain.

(When I get home I will post the one that will make everything interesting...)

He noticed Sonusai's head bow down, and then the realization hit him like a megaton would hit someone on the back of the head; perhaps this one learned a different language that was much more formal than english, and just recently learned his tongue. "...Also, earlier, I was a bit more harsh than I meant to be. Sorry about that, too..." Dammit, I've been doing little but screw up, recently... ugh... And his voice dropped to a whisper; though still audible. He was thinking aloud. "...Maybe I've been living nothing but errors, which'd explain those two villages..."