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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2]
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Motion darted in front of the cat eared librarian as something quickly skidded onto the smooth wooden surface of the table littered with tomes. The blocky blur slid between a couple stacks of literature across her vision from just out of view, very similar to a small escaping creature appealing to any predatory instincts one might just happen to have. [color=C24641]"Ye can sign me up fer that class too little lass."[/color] said Zak suddenly from waaay over there on the other side of the table, his hand postured beneath his chin after having tossed the book next to others Saef had accumulated. [color=C24641]"Gorgie boy here..."[/color] He briefly glanced to Saef. [color=C24641]"It's Gorgie boy right? I'm callin ye Gorgie boy."[/color] The oblivious gaze of the fiery haired angle returned to the librarian as he continued. [color=C24641]"Gorgie boy over here aint the only one diggin' fer historical goodies. I suddenly find myself quite the bit interested as well."[/color] 

The familiar horns of war rang in Zak's mind, as he was sure it did for all angels when a battle was on the horizon. Well...he was mostly sure. It very well could have just been him, but his lackadaisical mind never bothered to think of asking anyone else about it. He couldn't help but manage a faint grin.[color=C24641] "But as ye said, right now probably won't do. There's heads to be knocked about. Wouldn't ye agree Gorgie boy?"[/color] There was a somber tone in Zak's haughty voice. He had come hoping to learn something interesting. Instead he only learned the library had a previously unbeknownst to him sexy cat girl for a librarian. He made a mental note to investigate the matter more thoroughly later. [color=C24641]"Anyway, I'll see ye in the fray."[/color] said Zak loftily as he made his way out of the aisle and toward the exit. [color=C24641]"Dress fer warm weather lad!"[/color] 

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Piercing radiance streaked through the bleak winter sky, burning a path of brilliant amber and white amongst the clouds as a meteor like mass of flames hurtled down from the boundless void of the Nexus toward the icy land that was the Graveyard of the Lost. The mass of fire sliced through the frigid air, barreling across the pearly landscape in a blazing fury, roaring over the howling winds until it came crashing into the frozen earth with a thunderous clatter that shook the ground faintly. Frost and falling snow took back the pale sky as the faltering light of the flames diminished. A thin veil of steam and dust slowly began to dissipate from the fiery impact zone, carried away on an arctic gale. Something slowly began to emerge from the fading cloud of debris. A darkened silhouette looming in the pale haze.

The last of the dusty cloud was briskly whipped away in a blur of fabric, clearing a path for the crimson haired Zak as he cast a billowing blue coat over his right shoulder, stuffing his free hand into his pocket absently and stepping onto the battlefield. Sauntering up the side of the lofty steaming crater created in the incendiary wake in his landfall and stopping for a moment once he reached the edge, the angel let his gaze linger over the desolate tombstone laden terrain blanketed in a sea of ice and wiry trees stripped of foliage by the tundra. The crisp winds kissed Zak's skin, gently tossing his hair as it flowed passed him painting his head, eyelashes, and shoulders in small flakes of powdery snow. His hand emerged from his pocket with a slightly bent joint pinched between his thumb and forefinger, rising to his pursed lips as he ignited the tip with his pinky. 

Smoke drifted into the air, melding with the murky white scenery as it escaped Zak's nostrils, leaving a faint smoggy trail as he began moving across the bleak ice covered soil, each step faintly crunching into the snow. [color=C24641]"Little bit nippy innit.."[/color]
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