He moved along with her, and gazed at her as she became ready for war. Her fur was so beautiful and her wings radiated even more. Even in her most deadly state she couldn't help but be beautiful. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and nodded his head. "Be careful," He hissed to her, unsheathing his sword and holding it steady. "Live on, and I will meet you in the end." His words rang true. Either he would meet her on the battlefield in the end, or he would meet her where a person goes after death. Somewhere...he would meet her.




