Meirion walked into the graveyard, noting down the church on her way. It was night time now and the stars and moon shone down on her. She needed to do a particular thing and yet she wasn't entirely sure what it was.

Lighting her hands in purple electricity she looked around. Ruane frowned slightly, hearing a rustle from nearby.

She turned, trying to find the source, but her eyesight always let her down.

Muttering under her breath, her hands began to get brighter and brighter...

Myth entered the Graveyard, why? He wasn't so sure, he felt like he should be here. He was looking around when a purple glow caught his attention. He walked forwards to check what it was, going right through a bush.

A bright light sort of caught him off guard. He had no idea what it was. "What?" He said quietly to himself, trying to see past the light. "My, my...dear Ruane." He said dull and somehow it seemed uneven. "What are you here for, dear Ruane?" He said, his white wing covering his face from the light so that he could actally see.

Meirion swivelled round and found the source. Her light source diminished to only the tips of her fingers as she looked at Lucifer, the demonic seraph she had bumped into in the library.

Even though there were no feeling in his words, it sent a shiver down Meirion's spine. The way he acted casual even.

"I could say the same thing to you," Meirion answered, not giving anything away.

"Shouldn’t you be elsewhere?" she asked coldly.

((Wow...1000 posts...sorry, I couldn't help but speak up!))

Myth heard the tone that Ruane had talked in. It was obvious that she would be quite cold to him, after all he had tried to kill her. "How would you know?" He asked, not really picking up that Ruane is telling him to get lost.

His cold eyes stared forward, unblinking and unmoving. "Get out of my way." He said, quietly and slowly. Even though he had no chage in voice, anyone would be able to pick up the murderous way he said it, the straight order. "Move." He muttered again, starting to walk forwards...

((lol It does seem a lot doesn't it? I made my 1000 in this thread actually.))

Meirion flared her hands with blue electricity, the noise cracking and snapping at the male.

"I will do as I like," Meirion snarled, her well-being raised. Who did he think he was? She would stand and confront him, and turn it into a fight if she had to.

It looked as if she did have to because he kept coming closer, and Ruane was definitely not moving.

With a sudden movement, Meirion twirled round and slammed her arm down, creating a concussion beam so powerful, it ripped the sparse branches around her. As it shot towards him, Meirion only hoped it would push him back, at least a little bit.

If she was trying to scare him then it would definately not work. He had no feelings, epecially of fright. By showing fear you are weak and he isn't, he isn't weak. "Do as you wish, but move." He said, showing that he meant it.

The beam came at him. The sound and the power was strong, he knew that but Myth knew that he could stop it too...close to it anyway. His bony wing came in front before stretching forwards and shredded the beam, almost like cheese on a grater.
The remaining energy from the beams did small damage to him, but it wouldn't have been the same if it were stil in one piece. Myth continued walking forwards after his move, his slow and deadly walk seemed done purposly to try and intimidate Ruane...

Meirion narrowed her eyes, "Not moving includes what I wish," she said dryly.

She watched his movements as her attack dissolved. When he started walking towards her, she wasn't the least scared. Meirion wondered what Lucifer wanted to achieve, apart from her moving.

Standing her ground, Ruane waited.

When Myth came about a foot away from Ruane he stopped, letting out a rare and real sigh. "You are persistant." Myth flapped his opposed wings, lifting into the air and landing behind her.

"I won't push you anymore." He said, not turning around. "But..." His wing extended, the bones creaking and grinding. "You have gotten in my way." The sharp bones at the end of the wings continued to travel the oh so short distance between Ruane and him. Myth just turned his head, so that Ruane could just see the side of his face. His cold eye waited for the sight of blood as the bones had reached Ruane...

Not commenting, Meirion stood still, staring straight ahead, her expression cold.

She wasn't relieved by what he said either, knowing there would be a but. "I have gotten into everyone's way," she muttered under her breath.

Ruane could see what was coming, even though she wasn't facing Myth. Her barrier and electrified wall surrounded her immediately. She could feel the force of his wing against it, but she was protected.

At this, Meirion turned round. "Why do you do this?" she asked.

Myth pulled his wing back, th points of the bones were smoking. "Why do I do this..." He said, that question was tricky. He put his hand on the wing and brushed the smoke away. "I do not know."

Lucifer looked back at Ruane. "I'm hoping that someone could...save me." Myth said, as if he was a totally different person. "I want someone that I can trust." He continued, looking at the ground. "It is hard, sometimes, being alone." He finished, before he turned around. "That is why I fight everyone...becaus that is my way of hoping that someone can see alone I am..."

"But, angels are different. They threw me out of heaven and ripped my wing out...I'll never forgive them." Myth finished, back to being unanimated and cold like usual.