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</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>A soft snow flurry began to sweep across the forest. The tick canopy prevented much from reaching the ground, but as the flurry picked up in speed and volume, various branches gave way to allow the cold power to sprinkle across the land. It took many hours before the grass became unable to see, and the landscape itself turned to white. Wildlife around, who already knew of the coming snow, had already begun their own natural preparations to hide and keep warm. While the temperature had not dropped too drastically, it was only a matter of time. Even the sun itself seemed powerless to keep it at bay before it was pushed behind light cloud cover, only to enhance the brightness of the powder.<br/><br/><br/>Despite the penetrations of the elements, everything seemed peaceful. The forest itself was apart of a much denser Grove. While the elements itself was warning the creatures and life protected within of the dense growth, they moved at a leisurely pace. As wildlife was much attuned to the life around them, they knew that they had months to prepare. Of course, that was if the Guardians themselves allowed such a change of weather within what they considered their protection.<br/><br/><br/>The only thing in the forest that seemed any bit of distressed by this wasn’t a natural creature. It fluttered pages as if they were wings in annoyance, shaking off the very flurries that had touched the hard, leather bound coverings. They creaked open and closed. As if undecisive before spinning itself to where it’s “belly” pointed up towards the sky. Pages fluttered again until it stopped mid book. It shimmered and shook as the magicks swirled around and lit up the ancient scriptures. Finally, it laid itself completely flat, still hovering in the air. The highlighted scripture had faded, the magicks escaping the writing to form slightly above. The words swirled around quicker and quicker until they collided together and formed a small ball of fire. It floated away, only to orbit around the floating book, as if it were a small moon trapped in the book’s gravity field.<br/><br/><br/>Once this feat had been achieved, it seemed to have calmed down a bit. Light, soft tendrils of blue magick escaped through fluttering pages as it propelled itself around. It didn’t seem to be completely able of flight, but was able to maintain a height of a half dozen meters. It fluttered around branches and trees, as if looking for something. The orbiting orb of flame brightened and raged as it seemed to in frustration. Fortunately, nothing came across it close enough to become a victim as it searched. It’s pages fluttered in frustration and annoyance once it reached the creature, who had started to blend into the environment, laying on the floor.<br/><br/><br/>The creature in question was oblivious to the going on in the world. Eyes closed, it snored quite loudly. The shape seem to be human, but quite abnormally large in size. Fallen snow fluttered back into the air with every great breath, followed by a soft growl as he exhaled. His face and long blue hair was kept clean from the elements this way, while the rest of his body began to accumulate the fallen snow to the point where it looked more like a blanket than anything else. The floating book lowered itself at the face of the sleeping humanoid. At first, it pressed the corner of the hardcover into the sleeping being’s cheek. But when it saw that the humanoid did not respond to such a subtle gesture, it immediately fluttered itself, deep in annoyance of the whole situation.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Ffc%2Fb2%2Fee%2Ffcb2eee49ff1b8495414b3013a38c34f--rpg-items-fantasy-art.jpg&amp;hash=861170b789a38808b993c2a70dd90c35" title="fcb2eee49ff1b8495414b3013a38c34f--rpg-items-fantasy-art.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>There was no mercy in the book’s actions. It fluttered onto it’s back once again, pages cycling until it reached the desired one. It shuttered as magicks ran through it, causing the area around to darkened despite the brightness of the day. As it darkened, small, black clouds formed around the sleeping humanoid. It rumbled, not taking long to release the energy it was storing up from the rumbling and friction. A large lightning strike pierced through the veil of the dark clouds, striking the slumbering humanoid in various places. The humanoid instantly woke up with a great yelp that carried through the relatively quiet grove as he jumped to his feet. He scampered around as the dark clouds chased him, zapping him in the rear every time it had gained enough energy to strike.<br/><br/><br/>“Okay okay okay, I am awake!” The humanoid grumbled as the clouds dissipated. A hand meticulously ran through his lengthy, sky blue hair. The book fluttered towards him, floating in front of his face. Pages fluttered in clear annoyance as it brought the orbiting fireball dangerously close. The humanoid narrowed it’s ocean blues at it, lip twitching as he starred it down. Before the floating tome did anything else, it was swatted where it floated. It sputtered and spun out of control, crashing onto the ground, the orbiting fireball extinguishing itself once it pierced into the snow.<br/><br/><br/>It snapped out of its haze and floated back up. Pages ruffled as it prepared itself for use more potent magicks. The humanoid himself began to roll up the sleeves of his robes as his eyes narrowed more dangerously as he prepared himself. Right when blows and magicks were ready to fill the air, something else decided to….Crash the party.<br/><br/><br/>The blue haired humanoid blinked as a large amount of snow had suddenly slammed into him, once more covering him in it’s white, cold protection. He stood there, silent, blinking for a long moment as if it was taking that long for his brain to process. The floating tome wiggled within it’s space, laughing in its own way. They both finally recovered as they turned towards what had caused all the ruckus. The tome floated higher, looking at the damage caused to the trees as the perfect, magickal canopy barrier had been destroyed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The humanoid had turned to see what had landed on the ground nearby. With slow, methodical movements, he brushed the snow from his shoulders and arms. His eyes glazed over at what seemed to be a woman. His nostrils, deeply inhaling now as his curiosity was peaking, told him that this wasn’t an ordinary woman. She seemed to be slightly shorter then he was, which was still taller than most humans. Her scent seemed familiar, not necessarily knowing who she was, but *what*. He circled around her, sniffing and looking at her.<br/><br/><br/>He then stopped before her again, crouching down. His head tilted, hair pooling down the side of his face as his eyes narrowed on to the woman. He was close enough to hear her and notice any changes of her, but far enough that should this one be a bit too wild for his liking, he could do something about it.<br/><br/><br/>“What’s with the long face, my mysterious Angel that’s fallen from the sky?”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="536" data-username="@Solunae" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/536/">@Solunae</a>