Altara entered the Cathedral, her eyes wide in awe.

She was in her felyne form, and fully dressed and equiped, which was usual since her preferred method of traveling was as mist. But she had been curious about this new world, and was carefully, and slowly, exploring it's secrets.
She had just entered the doors.

Sitting on a altar a humen looking at the person who walked in. His all black eyes seemed to be looking past her but he was watching her. His cloak hood was down and he looked calm but there was a aura of evil about him. Casav smiled and stand up. He was tall and he was graceful when he walked. He was walking towerds the girl his eyes boring into her. His hand was on his long sword as he walked closer.

Soon he halted about ten feet away from the girl. "And who are you." He said with a evil smile.

Altara flinched a little when he spoke, taken by surprise by his speaking. She hadn't noticed him on the altar when she entered.

"Um... Altara?"

As a demoness, she had spent some years in hell, where all succubus had to be submissive to the will of the dominant demons, and this man gave off a similar dark aura. She immediately bowed her head slightly when he spoke.

Casav smiled a bit more. "Hello then Altara," He said and bowed low to her. "Am Casav Dartsaver." When he strightened he looked at Altara with a evil smile. "I hope I didn't scare you, Altara." He said still smiling. He turned around and started to walk towerds the altar and sat his hands on it.

She wasn't lying, he thought turning to face Altara again. "So, what made you caome to this....... place?" His smile vanished as he watched Altara. One movement to her weapon and I'll show her how fast I drew mine, he thought watching her every movement.

Almost at the same time the girl went through her motions of bowing, another presence would silently make himself known. Every footstep that had taken him to this specific area had been completely silent, every movement of any of his muscles had been completely unheard. The fact that the only two that may have somehow heard it had been within the reaches of this cathedral, that fact was completely unknown to him. He had simply been going along in a little stroll, and stumbled upon this particular building. He hadn't even heard the voices coming from inside, he had been that taken with the majestic building.

But now as he walked inside the door, his eyes would catch upon the two other figures. Sky blue hues would open wide with surprise, his senses slightly shocked that they had not picked up upon the two beings. He would first gaze at the lady closest to him, quietly observing her for a few short seconds, then quickly move on to the more dominating presence of the room. The man would probably have seen him by now, and perhaps he would feel a little threatened by Ethstar's holy nature. Perhaps not though, for that nature could have left when Ethstar was branded as a Fallen Angel. Who knew what the evil being would feel? Whatever the case, Ethstar would immediately feel the evilness radiating from Valk, but no reaction would be seen. Only his eyes focusing on those of the evil man, and gazing at him with a gentle and calm look.

Ethstar's Angelic nature would not be seeable, his cursed wings shapeshifted into his back, making it look like he was a normal human. Well, a completely and utterly beautiful, yet normal human. Bangs of black hair fell in front of his eyes, and the man was about 6'4. Quite the tall, dark, and mysterious one. His voice would come out softly, polite in nature. "Hello milady, and milord. I am sorry if I have intruded upon something." A soft smile would take his face, politlely offered to those who looked upon him.

A little confused and embarrased when the man bowed, Altara eagerly seized on the chance to talk.
"I was just exploring. I've seen very little of this plane.. you see, I'm from somewhere else, I'm not quite sure which plane it was anymore, but another one. Because of my in-born abilities, I can travel through..."
She then noticed the other occupant of the room, who gave off an odd, odd aura. Like with Valk, she felt the power -Altara had always been taught to dominant power- but it was both light and dark, an odd combination. A little confused, she glanced at Valk, then answered the new comer.
"No, not at all... we were just talking."

"Nothing to see but the blood from these bloody humens." Casav whispered to himself. "Ah, yes, lots of people like to explore these parts." He said the noticed the Man enter. Casav snarled in anger. "Drat!" He said to himself. I was hoping for a good meal, but then again humens or things like that girl don't tast good, he thought angerily. "Hello to you, sir." Casav said smiling a bit evily. He walked down the steps that lead away from the altar and he walked towards Ethstar and Altara. I should change, he thought a bit blood-thristy, I could kill them and their blood will drip from my dragon teeth, he thought.

His hands seem the twitch from wanting to change but he forced himself not too. "I am Valk Dartsaver and your name is?" He asked Ethstar and he bowed a little, not that much and when Casav was standing straght up his eyes focust on Ethstar looking him up and down.

At these question's directed at him, it was only at the last one of Valk's that Ethstar would show any visible reaction. A slight hardening of the eyes, the gentle look on his face turning to one of wariness. Under the cloak that hid his frame, a hand would slide to grasp the leather hilt of a longsword, ready to pull it out at any given moment. Almost instinctively, he would take a step toward the lady. His eyes would remain on the half-dragon however, and one eyebrow would raise as the Fallen Angel stated what was obviously bothering him.

"I am Ethstar. And I do not like hungry dragons." His face remained wary as he spoke this, judging the reaction of the man. He had picked up on the thoughts with his regained Telepathy skills, and they had worried him slightly. If the man was not insane, and could indeed transform himself into a might dragon... then it would not bode well, or so he thought. But he tried to keep these thoughts from showing up on his face, simply letting his cautious front show to the dragon-man, or insane man. Whichever one, only time would tell. He had only met one other type of person in his life, a man by the name of Gregori, and that one hadn't been able to transform. Or not that he had seen anyway.

With that, he would turn to regard the girl, his eyes scanning her once more in a studious look. "May I ask your name, milady?" He kept his eyes on her, watching her with a slightly less cautious look then the one he had graced the half-dragon with. If that was even what the thing was. He nearly cursed, trying to keep that thought out of his mind. For some strange reason, he was not wanting to accept the fact that the man may actually be a half-dragon. Perhaps it was because he had been so un-nerved by the FIRST half-dragon he had met.

"Drag-what?"
She felt so lost, but she understood one thing: there was already tension between the two men in the room. Probably an affect of the dark quality of one and the good quality of the other. In a situation like this, Altara did what succubi always did. Bowed their heads and waited for the winner to take possession of the losers property.
No!
Altara shook her head. She wasn't some mindless demoness servant/slave anymore! She watched them both carefully now, her old instincts supressed.
"I'm Altara. Altara Daemon."