The two clans of the archangels, the Raven and the Dove, are at war against each other. The Ravens, beings of the what people would consider 'evil' or 'fallen angels' and the Doves, beings of the 'purer' thoughts and 'purer' of mind. The war has been going on for centuries, a never ending hostility. The cause of such strife is only known to the leaders or the older angels of each clan and related to some large quarel over the beliefs of what was right and what was wrong between the clans. What underlies the two forces' strife may be of the doomed fates by their ego and ignorance, ... maybe even power. ... And what underlies the existence of certain angels, the newer generation, may change the course of this situation, however, things may go deeper and may be more than what things seem to be....<br/>(That part was put together by Laila_Crow, I added somethings but the lay out is by her. I was kinda stuck on how to open this up ^_^ )<br/><br/>Wisteria, a clan member of the Doves, flew high in the sky, doing her normal routes. She was on one of her usual scout missions from the leader, she was making sure none of the Raven's were crossing the border or trying anything funny with one of the outer camps of the Doves. The Ravens were notorious for playing pranks on the Doves, but it was more the younger generation that egged on the fights in this timer period. Sure, there were was still tension, but there were a little less battles. Now, Wisteria isn't saying there aren't battles, heck she still have a few wounds from the last one a week or less ago, but it was more that the newer, younger Ravens thought that being a Raven meant you got to fight all the time. They wanted action, even some of the Doves couldn't stand the silence of the Raven's for long, always pointing accusations that they are planning something huge. Wisteria kept most of this to herself, her leaders would hate it if she spoke against their orders, and in a way she knew she didn't know somethings that played a large role in why there were such tensions between the Doves and the Ravens. Her mind seemed to drift between these matters and the borders from time to time. Her long black hair whipping around as her rather large sized wings, at least for a female, flapped high and strongly against the wind.<br/><br/><br/>Razial had a smirk on his face and he dashed from tree to tree in the Raven's edge of the forest, it seemed to be darker than the side of the Doves. There was a light that separated the darker woods and the lighter woods, he found it slightly ironic and funny how that worked. It was like it came straight out of a, oh what did you call it.........A fairy tale? Oh yeah! That was it, what the humans called it right? A fairy tale. He shrugged slightly as it streamed through his prank-ish thoughts, he was far more interested in what he had planned for one of the Doves' outer camps, one that was secluded, one that was a little ways off from the rest of the camps. Then it hit him, a devil-ish smirk spread upon his face as the idea floated into his head. Razial quickened his pace, using his wings as jets so he could get more speed. His wings were normal length, probably a bit thinner than normal but they were well muscled, like an athlete's body, but packed into his wings, strong yet slender. He used that to his advantage, and against anyone who made fun of him for having slender wings. He was always ready to start a fight, anytime there was a chance for a slip up, he was found there, causing fights. He was liked by a few of the elders, but the others thought of him as one of the trouble makers. 'Guilty is charged, though.'