(ok she's in my gal! I updated her and I am super happy!) Felicity was walking through the forest, honestly she was lost, She had woken up here, last thing she remembered was a shade attack... (shade are demon cats basicly not like creed nessiceraly but more shadowy with bat wings) But the Soren's had won certainly...she remembered it and then...it was foggy. She was terribly tired but everywhere she had gone she'd been chased away...Suddenly she heard voices... just two, quietly she walked towards them, deciding the positives outweighed the negatives. She emerged from the bushes her silky fur suprizingly clean and beautiful, free of burs, and brush. "Umm pardon me but would either of you know where we are? She asked politly as the two cats turned their heads.

Creed automatically snapped her head to the side, staring at the newcomer with a single intense blue eye. She narrowed her gaze, sight resting on their wings for a few heartbeats, before looking her straight in the eye, "Let me guess. Nephilim?" Her whiskers twitched, revealing none of the inner turmoil of holding her demon side down and stopping herself from ripping their wings off. Opposite sides...., she thought ruefully, whisking her tail and blinking slowly. "I honestly have no idea where we are. Tough luck, sweetheart." (Creed is kind of rude, but who WOULDN'T if they were in her shoes-er... paws.)

Creed made a sound that was very unladylike, sitting down on her haunches . "So many cats..." She muttered, uncoiling her tail and lashing it. The Demophim was in one of her famous 'moods', oozing gloom and attitude with every movement.

Creed glared, feeling like her feathers have been ruffled. She unintentionally released the spiritual pressure centered near her shoulder and the flesh in that area glowed, emenating Power. Two white shapes emerged from the areas, unfolding and clearing the light, revealing two magnificent soot grey wings, huge in size and heavily feathered. The tips of the feathers were sharp and looked like they could easily be dangerous. She scraped a paw over soil, feeling agitated that her wings had revealed themselves without her meaning to.

(Felicities wings were hidden o.o but nevermind... ) Felicity shyly pawed the ground..."what is a nep-whatsit? I'm a Soren...."She said c0ck.ing her head. A fire cat? How intresting! How do you make fire?" she said to shadow fire intrested.

"Hmmm... cool!" she said cheerfully watching him walk away. She turned around like a flash. "Hey what are you? I don't know any Sorens with black wings..." She said once again c0ck.ed her head in a confused manner.

"Nephilim are the spawn of angels and a different, mortal creature." She narrowed her eyes, umfurling her wings to their maximum length. "What I am is none of your business." She hissed, fur bristling suddenly.

I ran after shadow, cuz we had something to discuse "shadow wait!" i yelled, every 2 feet i left dark smoking paw prints just as shadowfire did

"u think im scared of a half-demon, half-cat, like me" I looked in his eye trying to read his expretion, but can't

(Hmmm wow is there like cat atractent or something here) Felicity walked up to the "demon cat" Woah another cat on earth with wings!" She said flipping hers excitedly. She had just let Creeds harshness slide off her. Suddenly she sat down just staring up at the sky. "How did I get here?" She whispered sadly. Then she got up and dug her clawes into a tree and struggled up to the hifhest branch, as if keeping lookout, her eyes and wings were...glowing an eerie blue color, to every cat's surprize. "Trouble is coming... and it's not the kind you can run away from..."As she growled her voice sounded like it belonged to another cat...more mystic, more deadly....

Creed stayed silent, eyeing Kain like he was a ghost. Hostility and caution sparked off her, and when Felicity announced trouble she smiled grimly. "Good. I could use a good fight to blow off steam and think." She pawed the back of her head, loosening her bandana, and shook her head - causing it to fall off completely. It softly drifted to the ground, but no one was looking at the bandana... They were looking at her eye. Red as blood with multi colors veining at the edges, with a wild slit pupil flailing around, unfocused but oozing malice. She grinned, feeling a few pairs of eyes staring at her, and prepared to launch herself into a bloody slaughter-fest.

i fllowed Felicit up the tree and sat on the branch below her "I have wings to but they are hiden under the ring 'round my waist" i stated laying down with one leg hanging off, stairing at Creed's cloth

"why should we?" I say acting like i dont care if I get hurt

(I guess i will tomorrow)

(Move rp to Dark's rp page?)