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Then it is safe to assume I should just list them under abilities and come up with some other stuff for powers? o_o
I am probably going to do some editing to this later once I take a nap. I got really tired while trying to type and my fingers just would not listen. xD Mostly just need to fix up the Bio, though. And a picture, gotta' find one of those.
Hm. Interested. I'll poke around with a character sheet here in a bit. :o
Leras mentally groans as he watches the young male eat the spiders. Luckily, the duplicates would vanish the moment it was into his throat. He then watched as he also scanned around the room, lightly shaking his head. He would not be able to see him unless he wanted, though as his gaze would look elsewhere, Leras would open his mouth to finally speak. His voice was a bit rough, but easily audible within the room. His form would still be well hidden within the shadows.

"Cernos. Just how badly does that mark on your face hurt? Last ones that were picked up were in quite the amount of pain, yet here you are... eating spiders. You should not -eat- spiders, do you know how angry that makes the angels? It is disgusting. Don't piss off the angels with such stupid things..." There is silence for a moment. "I mean, really. Do you know how prissy they are half of the time with things like that? It is a bit confusing though because they let us eat human flesh if we want, but the Divine forbid, don't eat a spider." A rather heavy sigh would escape Leras before his large form slowly starts to appear in the shadows, the light from the drawn not even touching him. The shadows around him... seemed to be eating it, the light.

But even in the darkness, it was easy to see Leras. He stood out like a sore thumb, standing at nearly seven foot with coal-black skin. His head was turned, but one could barely make out the dark red eye from behind the loop of his finely pointed horn that sprouted from behind his right ear. Arms were crossed over his vest covered chest, claws lightly tapping against his dark skin before speaking yet again. Unlike usual, it seemed like he had a bit to say. The two spiders that he had eaten slowly crawled onto his horn, merely gazing in the young males direction.

"At any rate, we need to be going soon. And by soon, I mean very soon. And by very soon, I mean now. Kieri is waiting for us and we don't want to keep him waiting any longer than we must. I am sure he already got his target and everything." He grumbles, head finally turning to show his crudely fanged grin. Also revealing he was missing one of his horns, on the left side of his head. Carefully he unfolds an arm, extending a hand out towards the other. "Now if you come along peacefully, we won't make him angry and will be spared a lecture on proper conduct! And maybe... just maybe, I will let you get your horns early."
Sorry for the 'meh' post tonight. Sorta' really tired tonight.
One by one Bel's thoughts were slowly vanishing as he listened to Harp speak, the angel's pink-eyed gaze holding his attention quite well as he looked into its depths. He tried to tell himself that he did not like this, not even in the slightest. But as the angel stroked his hair, he suddenly wanted the soft strands tugged on. Roughly. With the panic having all but been dispelled, the truth was starting to show with the others advances.

It had been so long since he had felt such a thing. The weight on his body was slowly vanishing, not that he really noticed. Sucking in a sharp breath, a faint smile forms upon Bel's face. "I feel we speak of a different kind of dirt... but this kind is much more acceptable." He murmurs softly, suddenly pulling his hands from his pockets and closing the small distance between them, pressing himself roughly against Harp. Though Bel kept himself lowered as he did so, it really did not seem to be much of a problem for the demon. In fact, it seemed to be more of a natural state for him if anything. Keeping ones head so high all the time must be exhausting, and with how he was feeling currently, he had no desire to stand on such an obscene pedestal any longer.

Bel's breathing was quite heavy, his nostril's flared. He just couldn't get quite close enough to the angel, he found the clothing to be quite a bother too. It almost sounded painful as he managed to speak again. "Promise?" He rumbles out roughly, slamming his bright emerald eyes shut as the sound of his own rapidly beating heart reaching his ears.
Bel looked at Harp with disbelief. Did not plan on hurting him? He had already done that with this magic! But the angels words seemed to have struck a cord somewhere within him, a faint laugh escaping him. Hearing the words 'abundantly warm' made him feel... just a bit better about this situation. He really wished though that such emotions had not been dragged back forcefully to the surface, such emotions that he had not shown in forever... such human like emotions. He still felt so heavy though, a feeling he could not quite shake, even as he attempted to evade Harp's touch.

But instead of fleeing down the stairs as he wanted, something compelled him to remain in place. Resulting in him merely lowering himself a bit as the others hand dives into his thick mass of dark orange hair, trying to appear smaller than the angel. His hood finally fell back, revealing that not all of his hair was dark orange. In fact, his roots were nearly as black as his eyes, several other darker colored thrown into the mix. There was a small silver stud piercing in the top of his right ear, too. Despite having tried to duck away from Harp's touch, he seemed to actually calm down with the touch. A held breath is slowly released, one he was not even aware he was holding.

It was relaxing, he realized, quite content suddenly. But thoughts still plagued him as he tried to slink away again, away from Harp's touch. "Maybe... not nasty." He mutters out rather softly. "But dirty ...so filthy. You can't see it..." He is silent for a few moments. "Please." His 'please' sounded much more like a pleading cry, there was obvious strain in his voice. But what was the please for? Please don't touch him? Please touch him more? The more Bel attempted to resist, the more he was drawn in. It was like he was being dragged by his horns into a cage, the weight on his chest only grew a bit heavier. All he wanted to do now was curl up in a ball within his own small territory and weep. He did not like this, not one bit. Someone suddenly becoming so important, someone he couldn't just ignore. If his arms did not feel like they were being held in place by the divine himself, It was quite possible Bel would have ripped Harp to shreds. Or hugged him until all the air was out of his lungs while crushing bones... Or... maybe just hug onto the angel of his pain while he sobbed. He had full reason to want to kill this angel, full reason to hate him more than the rest now, but with the powerful effect of the magic... he just couldn't.
Bel was silent as his eyes slowly opened, staring back at Harp. His face was oddly blank as he looked at the angel before him, the demon barely seemed in focus. Maybe, just maybe... He had given this angel too much trust. He knew better, knew it was a terrible idea down to his core, but did it anyway and against his guiding and protective instincts. And boy was it likely the worst decision he had made in his life. The moment he had felt the prick on his tongue, he was suddenly aware at why his senses were going nuts. The danger was not on its way or anything, it had been trying to warn him of the one he had deemed harmless...

But it was already too late, he knew the exact moment the magic hit him. Normally his guard was up, he could have easily rejected such a thing. But it had not been up, even his eyes had been closed like some blubbering idiot. Bel's grip slowly released Harp, his hands promptly falling down to his sides as he continues to stare at the angel wide-eyed. He felt too heavy suddenly, like a great weight had been placed in his chest and on his shoulders and limbs. It hurt almost, a stinging pain that he couldn't quite grasp, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and rip something to tiny bits. He wanted so badly to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh of Harp's neck, to the point his teeth were grinding together to stop himself from doing just that. Instead, the demon swiftly raises his hands to lightly shove Harp.

Not a very rough shove, a very light one, if anything to create some distance between the two of them. He did not want the distance, yet at the same time he did. He wanted Harp's touch, he wanted to touch Harp. He wanted. Actually, not even just 'wanted', more like 'needed'. Bel's face was suddenly struck with an utterly pained expression as he finally unclenched his jaw to speak. As his lips open though, a bit of blood would slip past them, apparent he had bitten the insides of his mouth quite badly within those few moments. But not even that pain had aided in helping gain control of himself as raw, unused emotions were dragged to the surface.

"Do... not touch me." Bel rumbles out as he darts his tongue out to lick the blood before it trailed down his chin. "Something as pure as you... should not touch something as nasty as myself." But that was all he could manage out as he promptly stuffs his hands back into his jacket pockets, hands now balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. His black-eyed gaze would suddenly shift again, pained emerald green eyes resurfacing from the darkness they had been swallowed in. So many things were filling Bel's mind now, but the only thing he could find himself to do was keep Harp at a distance to avoid touching him. Because he was right. Something as pure as Harp should not touch such a nasty and vile creature like himself... But who here was truly vile? The one who had merely offered help, or the one who had restored to dirty tricks? Bel already knew the answer though. It was obviously he himself was in the wrong. And now he couldn't do anything to Harp, not even if he wanted too.

All Bel could do now was stand there and stare at Harp with an utterly hurt looking expression upon his freckled face. The more human-like eyes conveyed the hurt much better than the abyssal black they normally were, you could almost see tears in them.
Ooooh. :D Nice.
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