The Walking Dead?

[Ams]

consido 21,1593, noon
hiscere forest, the falian lowlands, resmir

The smell of the of the Erotzan Sea filled her deep breaths in through her nose as she leaned slightly over the side of a boat. Her elbows rested on the wood and her hands on her face. It had been a long time since the forest elf had tasted the air outside of the Celestial City walls. She has been in service to the castle for many years, and probably still some many more years to come. She was not excited for that, but she had to do what she needed to do to survive. The castle did justice to her for that, giving her food and a place to stay with little to no price in her eyes, seeing how she did not mind doing chores.

Finally, boat approached the dock and Amy blinked and stood up straight and straightened her windblown clothes and hair before intertwining her hands in front of her. It had been at least a month since she got out of the castle, she was anxious, but she was not about to explode and run off the boat. So she walked patiently for her turn behind the crowd rushing to get off the boat to do their business.

The forest elf smiled shyly as she reached the edges of the busy ports and started to get into the depths of the forest. Even in the slight chilling wind breezes Amy could feel the warmth of the fully risen sun. The crunch of the fallen brittle autumn leaves under her feet added too her relaxing occasion. Closing her eyes, nothing could ruin this moment for her.

[Holly]

A roar echoed through the day, long and low, but not very loud. It didn't carry over miles like a wolf's howl would, but it was still loud enough for it to find Amy's location, for it to still reach her ears.

The roar belonged to Claymore, her gray and white body streaking through the sky and her brilliant gold frill shimmered in the morning light. On her back, Aaryn had his eyes closed, in deep thought. His mind wandered down to the ground, scanning for that one soul he had sensed a while ago. The one he had waited for in Zerua. Small orbs of pale green signifying flora and light yellow signifying signifying fauna were pushed out of his "soul vision". The other colors were kept in view, for they were mortals.

He frowned as more time passed by. Aaryn could tell that Claymore was getting restless. But he wasn't going to let that hinder his search. Not until he found...

"There!" The arch angel stood up, not realizing Claymore had swooped down into the forest. A branch smacked right into his forhead, knocking him off his dragon. He was quick to react, however, catching another branch before he hit the ground. He didn't even need to use his wings.

Claymore kept flying, shooting up and hiding in the clouds. Meanwhile, Aaryn was still concentrating on an aura that glowed with a sparking pink color. "Okay, where did you..." He paused, glancing up. Golden blood dripped down his forhead, the blood of an archangel. Sighing, he wiped his forehead and kept walking, the golden liquid still dripping on the ground.

[Ams]

Pointed ears twitched as the rumble approached the newcomers destination. The elf's body twisted slightly to see the man land on his feet from a far distance away. She was too late to see his head bash against the limb of the tree and only saw him swiping his head.

Amy had decided to follow behind him, seeing how he popped out of nowhere. As she approached him she noticed the a strange liquid in place of where he was standing when he landed. Her eyebrows came together slightly as she hesitantly stopped and leaned in to the place where he originally stood. The elf was truly dumbfounded by confusion on what the golden substance was, for she had never seen something quite like it before.

Amy straighten her back looked at the ground ahead, This is very peculiar... she thought to herself as she noticed the trail of gold, It seems to be following him, but why? Her steps fastened eagerly wanting to answer her questions.

[Holly]

Probably without Amy's notice, Aaryn disappeared from his spot in front of her to a location behind her. Worrying about someone following him, he performed teleporting as not to be in too much trouble. He looked out from his placement behind a tree to see Amy looking at his blood on the ground. Blinking, his normal vision switched to a sight that saw the auras of people. Sure enough, the pink aura he saw earlier was her.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. If she was dead, then shouldn't she be a ghost? She didn't even look like a ghost. Maybe he had the wrong person?

"Um... Miss?" Aaryn approached her, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I hate to be rude, but... You wouldn't happen to be a ghost, would you?"

[Ams]

She stopped in her tracks as she heard the voice from behind her. Turning on her heels quickly she looked at the man in the face. Her eyebrows crinkled together confused, "Do I look like a ghost?" she asked innocently in a small voice, "I mean, I feel pretty solid if you ask me." she said in a more sarcastic voice unintentionally as she grabbed her left wrist and wiggled it around in her hand.

Amy's mouth twitched as she looked to the ground quickly observing him. He kinda looked like the man that she was following, but she couldn't be sure since she didn't get a chance to see his front. She looked at his forehead saw his cut and the blood around it. He didn't seemed bothered by it, but that didn't mean anything. "Does that hurt?" she glanced at his cut. She didn't want to be abrupt and out of character too just stand on her toes and heal it, and it would be hard to reach his head to begin with because she was so short.

[Holly]

He chuckled softly at the girl's sarcasm, not minding it for the sheer fact that his sister's were equally, if not more in Krista's case. Aaryn tilted his head for a moment, trying to understand what Amy could mean. And then, suddenly, it was as if a candle was lit in his head. "Oh, is it still bleeding?" He asked casually and rubbed his forhead with his sleeve again. He winced slightly.

"Anyway. It should be fine. No need to worry about that," The archangel waved his hand dismissively.

"I just..." He laughed a little shakily. "Okay, this is going to sound a little silly, but hear me out. I'm an archangel and it's part of my job to guide souls to their proper afterlife, whether that's Zerua or Meprise or just making them stay here. A few years ago, there was someone I was waiting to come to Zerua, but they never did. They had the same aura as you."

[Ams]

Amy smiled shyly as Aaryn chuckled. As soon as he touched his hand to his forehead, the forest elf's hand lit up with restoration magic. She raised up the glowing apendage and said before he could dismiss it. "I can heal that for you," she stated as the white glow snaked its way to his wound causing a cooling sensation as it reached its destination. But, as soon as it had started, it was over. The restoration magic slinked back then dissipated off her hand into the wind as if it was smoke.

Amy looked at him and attuned into what he was saying as soon as he said 'hear me out.' Her eyes and brows came together slowly as she tried to understand what he was saying. "Wouldn't..." she tried to get her words in place, "Wouldn't that mean that I would have to be dead to happen?"

[Holly]

Healing magic was always very weird to him, even though he controlled it decently. The cool sensation that washed over his wound was odd and foreign and he resisted the urge to flinch away. When he was younger, Holly would heal his wounds and he would always jerk away from her touch. He regretted that because, now, thinking about that, he probably made her feel like a bad healing. It was a strange thing to think about now that she was a Mystic and healed for a living.

That's right, he needed to go talk to Aria in Zerua. He musn't forget that. But, first was to figure out what happened with the girl standing before him.

"Thank you," Aaryn said for healing his forhead. "And yes, I suppose. But... From the fact that you can touch me means you're definitely not a ghost and, therefore, are not dead. Which leaves us with... Why did you appear dead to me the first time?" The question was mostly directed to himself, but Amy was free to chime in. "You must have disappeared..." Blinking, he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. "I'm sorry! My name's Aaryn. I should have started with that!"

[Ams]

Amy smiled gently accepting is gratitude and returning the favor with a pleasureful reply, "You're welcome." She kept to herself as he spoke questionative to himself. She really didn't know what to say to his comment, she didn't understand why she would appear dead to him herself. The elf glanced down as she placed her hands in front of her body while intertwined her fingers together while she listened to him speak.

'You must have disappeared...' caught Amy's attention. Eyes darting up, she looked at him her eyes widen not noticeably thinking about her past, trying to remember. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she did recollet that something had happened.

Even though she couldn't remember, she still had a smile on her face and giggled ever so slightly she stuck out her hand and said, "My name is Amy."

[Holly]

Without a warning, Claymore swooped in low and coiled herself around Aaryn protectively. Her brilliant golden scales gleamed in the light that shown through the tree branches overhead. Her eyes, which gleamed in the same way as her scales, were narrowed at Amy. Opening her large mouth, teeth were barred and a cry escaped her. If anything, the sound could be compared to an eagle's screech, not a roar.

"Ah... This is Claymore. She's my dragon and she's... well, loud could be the correct term," Aaryn placed a hand on Claymore's scales and whispered something in a language different from what him and Amy spoke. An ancient language that might have been long forgotten by most.

"Surelik," Claymore hissed at the girl, well aware that Aaryn and Amy were worlds apart when it came to mortality. The ethereal glow that came from Aaryn was not of the world that they were walking on. No, Zerua corsed through his veins and Claymore didn't take lightly to those who were the opposite.

Amy would have to prove herself worthy to be placed on Claymore's good side.

[Ams]

Amy took a step back to let Claymore slide her way in between the two. She sensed a sense of distrust between her and the metallic dragon, and she respected that. It wasn't unusual for a predatory species to be protective of her master. All she could do is smile.

"I see," she replied to Aaryn's comment about his dragon. Her eyes stayed positioned on the greatness of the dragon, for some reason she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. Then, when she spoke, Surelik rang through her ears and mind. She recognized it, but he wasn't sure if it was the actual word, or the dialect. The word mortal came to her. Claymore must have been calling her a mortal, Aaryn had mentioned that he was in Zerua, it would only make sense.

[Holly]

Aaryn hissed and his eyes flashed brighter gold than they already were. The hiss didn't sound sound like a vampire's would, but it did have a bit of a feral ring to it. And it seemed to cause Claymore to be taken aback. It didn't take her long, however, to narrow her eyes and hiss in reply. Words in a serpentine language were spat back and forth before Claymore snorted and rested her head on the ground.

With that done, Aaryn scratched the back of his head and looked back to the female. "I apologize... again. Claymore is quite protective, to an extent that needs to be monitored or else she would literally kill someone for getting within ten feet of me."

Claymore roared in response, still refusing to say anything in the language that Aaryn and Amy spoke, even though she was very capable of doing so. She uncoiled herself, instead expanding to wrapping around the clearing. Her long body allowed her to do so.

"Anyway. Do you know anything of feeling like you disappeared? Maybe you became a vampire? That could be a possibility?" Aaryn questioned, realizing how off base he had moved.

[Ams]

"It's quite fine," Amy chuckled a bit nervously to herself as she watched Claymore. Alright, so, Claymore is loud, Protective, and willing to bite off anyone's face if they get to close to Aaryn. Got it. She dismissed the thought as soon as it came and focused her attention on Aaryn and his suggestions.

"I don't feel as if I am lost. Of course, it isn't like I think about that all to much anyways." She looked puzzled for a second then it went away. "And, I am sure I am not a vampire. I haven't been eating people," she glanced up, " I also wouldn't be here right now, the sun is out."

Amy hadn't the slightest clue on what it could have been that was making his vision that way. Though, now that he had mentioned it, she has always felt like there was a part of her that was missing. Like it had been erased some how, or it was a very faded memory of a blinding past from another life.