[center][h1][i][color=6ecff6]Carlisle Corvus[/color][/i][/h1]
[@Soragoku][@LitCabbit][@Jeyma][@Sanachan][@Emuxe][/center]

The centaur was definitely of a noble nature and Crow could not help but feel some pity for her. He was raised under Raziel's light while she was raised under unknown stories and gods. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to face the idea of his god being false and yet she stood stoically seeking out the truth, not only that but to go so far as to seek to swear allegiance if she were to find out that there was only Raziel and Alithe. She would find what she sought at the institute but she would be disappointed. Still, it was not Crow's place to say anything, her quest was her own and the truth would come soon enough. 

[color=0054a6]"Corvus, be nice to our visitors humble visitors. They are innocent souls."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"But..I..They"[/color] Crow spluttered for a moment, [color=6ecff6]"I'm always nice!"[/color]. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't a people person, it's not exactly like the Nephilim get many opportunities to have a social coffee with neutral friends to be able to build up such people skills. He let out another huff before pausing as the dark presence arrived somewhere nearby, this was definitely revenant. Low in his chest, crow could not stop the slightest of growls. Not today, he already had too much on his plate and nothing to wash it down with. Luckily the arch-mage felt it also and was already suggesting they head off before more trouble was started. [color=6ecff6]"I suppose I'll go play fetch with the farmgirl then before the mobs come with pitchforks and the like"[/color] he grumbled before setting off after the tracks left by Shertul and his helpful companion. Although crow would have preferred to just arch to them, he needed the tracks to follow, not to mention that a bolt of lightning is generally pretty noticeable so he picked up his pace to an endurance jog he could keep for days and began the hunt.

[color=6ecff6][i]Finally[/i][/color], he could sense them now and so knew he must be close and yet before Carlisle could celebrate not having to run for much longer, a terrible feeling settled in his soul. Instincts screamed of a dark power feasting that was not the Fleshspinner. Surely he hadn't twisted the girl just yet. He slowed his pace, changing the gait of his steps so that he moved without sound and crept among the trees. Bits and pieces of conversation drifted through the leaves to him and what he heard was not pleasant. Taking up to the branches among the trees where the leaves would offer concealment, he caught a glimpse of them a few meters ahead. The fleshspinner was touching a mark on her thigh and even from here Carlisle could [i]feel[/i] it awaken and feed from Shertul's energy. That mark.. It was the mark of Alithe. On this child? Why? What would Alithe possibly want from her? Crow felt as if he were about to leap down and tear the creature away from her but he did not wish another confrontation and the girl would only try step in the way. Patience was what was required, the would surely come an opportunity to bring her back before more damage was done.