((ooc: clutch look in the "fate" forum. There is a bit of advice that both you an Soul should follow.....Soul, no, gale is not dead. Well...he kinda was. But that's being fixed now ^_^ ))
Danyael continues to look at soul with an emotionless face as the warrior heals Gale's fatal wounds. Even the words Soul speaks begin to irritate Danyael to the point of heightened temperatuire within his body, despite the fact that he did not show it. But he knew that Soul could feel it. He knew that amongst all the caranage within the warriors mind, he could feel Danyael's vengeful anger bopiling up inside him.
After the repairing is done, Danyael looks at gale in his arms. The feminine, elf-like face of the young kinjite, lifeless and pale. With an empty face, he looks back at Soul.
"You think it's so easy, don't you? Saying the things you say....yet you cannot even control your own body whe challenged... Get the fuck away from me."
He shakes his head and walks past Soul, looking the warrior directly in his eyes. Cold violet against crimson red. He wlaks into the center of the room and lays Gale down. Though the wounds of Gale were healed, his body was empty. As Danyael lays gale down, he kneels in prayer as a serene white aura envelops itself around him, bursting into a silent flame.
As the flaming white aura that dances around Danyael grows in height and width, the edges of the aura begin to reach out at Gale, caressing his soft, smooth skin with divine grace and passion. Suddenly, Gale's body pulses with purple lightning as life rushes into his body with the speed and fluidity of rushing water.
Soon, a heartbeat. Then, breathing. And now the eyes open to see the one that had brought him back and the one that healed him. As Gale slowly sits up, he can see Danyael, Soul, and Jharm, whom is laying on the floor. The Kinjite's soul had returned to its shell.
"How do you feel, gale?", Danyael looks down at his comrade, his face is shadowed, only to be slowly lit up by the sunlight from the windows behind him.
"I feel like a mammoth farted on me. But other than that, i'm a bit disheveled."
((ooc: is that how you spell it? Haven't used that word in a while ^_^;; ))
As Gale is helped to his feet, his arm is shifted over Danyael's shoulder to reinforce balance. Gale looks at Danyael with a curious face.
Gale:: "Sire?"
Danyael:: "Yes?"
Gale:: "You're Nephilim, aren't you?"
Danyael:: "Yes."
Gale:: "I knew it."
Gale smiles at this new discovery. That his new emperor was the halfbreed of an angel. Helping Gale out of the room, Danyael looked at Jharm from the corner of his eye.
"Come on. Sleep later, Seraphim..."
Although he acts as if it was effortless to bring Gale back to life, the resurrection took a very large toll on Danyael's body. Bringing one back to life was no easy task for anyone, not even the strongest of demi-gods and sorcerors.. A small smile can be seen in his face as he looks at jharm. But as he looks at Soul, a grim, stern expression crosses about his face. He says nothing to him. He merely shakes his head at Soul.
"...Just stay the fuck away from me...."
No doubt this was a grudge that would not die easily. Not for a long time...
((ooc: Yes indeedy girls and boys. Danyael is Nephilim. Half Seraphim. Half Human. But in his case, Danyael is Half Seraphim and half Draconian. So he's like the divine version of the ethnic rainbow
))