Posts by ~Serafin~

"You're very diplomatic for a demon." Serafin said with a frown. He wasn't sure if he liked it; it was making him feel like the assumptious bad guy. It was true, Serafin really didn't even consider the possibility of angels and demons coexisting. In his experience, letting a demon live was like condemning innocent people. This demon was something new in his experience. Perhaps the canine was leading him on, trying to look innocent. But if that had been the case, he could've jumped at me sooner. He has my attention. Serafin felt compelled to hear him out. "It's your kind's fault we have to fight. You hurt people."

Serafin's heart was racing now. It had been a close call with that lighting attack. Serafin looked over at Whirlingpaw, a little surprised that the half demon had helped him. "Thank you." he called out to the wolf, shaking off his surprise. The angel noticed Agent Oprah collapse. Oh boy. This could be bad. Serafin moved in front of Whirlingpaw, determined to back the canine the same way he had backed him. The angel locked his blue gaze on the saluki that was approaching. Perhaps if he could just steal that orb away from him, things would become easier.

Serafin had never seen the canine before, but he decided he would greet him anyway. "Hello," the flame point greeted, feeling awkward at being the only feline present, "You won't recognize me because I'm new here, but I'm Serafin. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, what is your is your name?" This was sort of a weak attempt to include himself in a conversation he clearly didn't belong in, but how was he to make friends if he didn't talk to anyone?

It seemed he was late. What a shame. Serafin was glad that he'd made it in time to see Agent Oprah's face light up with the excitement of her promotion. Colonel, huh? Good for her. "Congratulations." Serafin said, genuinely pleased to see that the announcements had been happy ones.

Serafin is a nerdy and ultra polite angel of Darkclan. He would gladly act as a parent/older brother figure to Paris. He would likely be overbearingly protective and show up in Stormclan without welcome or warning a lot but he would be dedicated at least.

Sounds great. Who makes?

Yeah, he likes to wander so I could definitely make it if you don't have the time.

"Yes, congratulations." Serafin said to Dante with genuine enthusiasm. It was sad to hear that Agent Oprah had disappeared but Serafin was confident that Dante deserved such a promotion. The angel figured that the wolf would return before long. After all, she had seemed more than capable of handling herself when Serafin had fought alongside her against that strange intruder with the orb. He found it hard to believe anything bad had happened. Or he preferred to be optimistic at least.

Atone for his sins? Who was this guy? Serafin approached the newcomer, regarding him with close curiousity. He noted that the canine was crippled, not that it was of particular importance to him. The artificial limb was certainly fascinating though; the things they were coming out with now. "Hello. I take it you must have been a member here. Er, what would you mean by sins if you don't mind me asking?" Serafin was quite old, seeing as he was an angel and angels tended not to die. However, he was quite new in Darkckan and didn't recognize the canine one bit.

So this guy knew he was an angel. Serafin's expression remained unchanged until he had heard Project's story through. It went without saying that Serafin was more than just familiar with demons. Icky, tricksy, malevolent creatures they were. He hated them all. Well, with one exception. That half-demon boy that lived here had proved well-meaning at heart. Serafin liked that, though he would always be wary of him. As for Project's demon story, "I'm willing to believe that." he said. Serafin didn't know much about the newcomer, but it seemed odd to show up to a clan border just to lie about being possessed and ask for forgiveness. However, Serafin was no more qualified to accept the apology than Dante. Perhaps even less so, being a low ranking member of the clan. The angel would try to prevent a fight from breaking out though. "Should we wait for Wilson, perhaps and see what he says? I mean, this would certainly be an odd thing to lie about."

"What is that?" Serafin asked, padding over to Wilson and peering down at the note. He read it over quickly and gave an impressed nod. "Well isn't that nice. I thought they dropped us as allies." Perhaps they would have some luck with Shadowclan again if they attended. "Are you considering talking to them about getting that alliance back?" he asked, looking up at Wilson.

"I still have a lot to learn about clan interactions," began Serafin, "But would it perhaps help to host an event and invite some old allies to get a feel for who might be interested in rekindling those old friendships?" Serafin hadn't had much experience in clans so he had no idea whether that would work at all, but he figured it would be worthwhile to toss out some ideas, considering that Darkclan seemed as though it really needed some friends right about now. "Or maybe we could try to ally with a newer, smaller clan that is also in need of some allies. Wasn't there some new clan called Spaceclan or something of that sort? They might be worth a try." If they were even Darkclan's type of clan, that was. Serafin had only heard the name while he was out and about as usual.

Serafin had never been to a gala before. However, it did seem like his sort of event. Serafin liked people a lot, but there wasn't much opportunity to meet people in his clan. With luck he could make a few friends here. Unsure what this clan was like, Serafin made sure to mind his manners, not that he didn't always do that anyways. "Well, this seems nice." he said with an impressed nod as he padded up by Wilson.

"Works for me." Serafin said with a little nod. He enjoyed formal occasions like that. "So, who should we invite?" he asked with a curious tilt of the head, "I could help send out some invitations if you'd like." The sooner they got some allies the sooner he could go meet some people. He really hadn't had enough social interaction lately.

"I look forward to hearing the results of this then." Serafin said, "I'll go too, I think. I need to get out some." Perhaps he had a shot at making a few friends in Shadowclan. That would be nice.

"I'll get right on that." Serafin assured the leader with a nod. He honestly couldn't wait to get out, even have a real responsibility for once. It felt weird never doing anything seeing as his life before moving to a clan had been an active, on-the-go sort of one. No matter, they had a party to prepare for. Serafin turned to go prepare invitations.

Serafin had been wandering around the territory on his own, as was usual for him. Honestly, there never seemed to be a bad day to talk a walk. He was somewhat surprised to see the canine sitting at the border. They hadn't had a visitor in awhile. "Hello," greeted the angel as he padded over, "Could I get your name and business please?"

Serafin had been sitting around the camp bored. He was actually sort of relieved to see two more clan mates to talking. "Hello, what's going on here?" he asked, padding over.

"Sounds like fun." Serafin said with a nod.

Wow, a joiner? That was great. Darkclan hadn't seen any for quite awhile. "In that case, welcome to the clan." he said enthusiastically. Come to think of it, he was almost certain that Darkclan hadn't seen a joiner since him, so he would do his best to make this one feel at home. "Of course we'll have to wait for Wilson, our leader, to accept you officially, but I imagine he'll be pleased to have you."