CELESTIAL: The Perfect Warrior

<cloud i don't fight dirty

no im saying that the knife will come in handy if your out of ammo ...... o thats right you dont have guns. Anyway do you accept *picks up Soren* well leave himat the hospital doors even i admit hes messed up

<no we'll kill him he's to much of a pain

(( well im going to bed g,night)) * Drops him off at the hosptial * it wasnt us * Rand said * ok well we better rondavoe with Hart lets go *gives him the vest and knife*

(ok goodnight)
<cloud runs off

oooook well i see you at HARTS PLACE * Rand shouted as he teleported to Hart*

<cloud yea

<cloud i'm a villian yaaa i hurt that guy back there but i did'nt kill him so

<cloud it started to rain and cloud ran into abox

<as it rained he sat there and cried

hart was fast a sleep in her liceing room her head still hurted bad when all the blows to her head

* Rand touched her shoulder but then sees shes asleep* you'll need to heal before anything else happens ............ now were is Cloud *looks out side* great rain ......

harts eyes open from when rand touched her she quickly followed him with out a sound

Soren: *he woke up and got out of the hospital, with a grim look on his face, he walked to hart's place looking for Rand, he looked in a window and seen him* "......" *he went inside, and stood beside rand, soren still had that grim look* "..........."

hart:what you want little dud??!

she walking up to him from the back

Soren: "........." *he was still pretty injured from the fight with rand he glared at Rand*

hart:well i told you you'll get killed or hurt in the fight you didnt lisen

A quiet flash and a figure would be framed just behind Hart. The injuries she had passed along it's finger tips healing completely. At that the figure would sinply disappear out of sight leaving nothing but a few white feathers. Gone, back to it's own domain to keep an eye on Hart. The wounds were nothing now still quietly watching.

hart:thats funny what happend to my cuts??

hart looking were once they were

A cry in the pitch darkness, as a voice would quietly scold. Another crack then that cry again, sounding as if beyond pure before the voice would stop. Crouched in the darkness it would be, scolded for activating the seed of curiosity in the one meant to be protected. Two deep whip lashes remained along it's back. Yet, it would still watch, protect and keep safe.