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theLogophile
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Amaris listened wistfully at his words. They were soothing and heavenly. How ironic is it that she would never die. She sighed, looking out into the night. The city was still humming with life despite the darkness of time. "Aren't you an archangel, too? Why do they despise the existence of people like me? We don't do much, really." She laughed bitterly.
Lyra eyed the other cat warily. She could tell she didn't appreciate the company very and the feelings were mutual on both ends.
Amaris stood in front of him, Lyra just beside her. She looked up, for he was taller than her. She returns his smile. "Well, I'm glad I have at least piqued the interest of someone. And not just any someone, the Angel of Death himself." She gave a small laugh and continued to walk into the night with an angel by her side. A curiosity, indeed.
Lyra eyed the other cat warily. She could tell she didn't appreciate the company very and the feelings were mutual on both ends.
Amaris stood in front of him, Lyra just beside her. She looked up, for he was taller than her. She returns his smile. "Well, I'm glad I have at least piqued the interest of someone. And not just any someone, the Angel of Death himself." She gave a small laugh and continued to walk into the night with an angel by her side. A curiosity, indeed.