The moonlight glistened outside of the forge on this night. Armor could be heard being placed on as the woman within strapped it tight. She was putting it on alone as her lifemate was in the Heavens hopeing to get a word with Tyrael, Itherael or even Anarius about Tal's thoughts. Dark blue eyes opened as she adjusted the last piece of chest armor. She slipped on her boots and smiled as her clawed gauntlets came up and placed her circlet upon her head then she finished by looking in the mirror and walked out. Her father's sword gleamed in the moonlight as she picked it up and slung it over her back with a newly matching dagger placed just hidden by her spine. She felt eyes upon her as she walked out and knew in that moment in time she looked everybit the warrior maiden that her adoptive father had raised her to be.
Whisperes echoed throughout the town as she walked towards the fountain where Xypherius was to meet her. When he saw her, he was amazed at the transformation that the armor caused. It covered all but one shoulder but the gauntlets she wore covered up to her elbows. Had anyone just glanced at it they would have mistaken it for based off of Malthael's or even the Demon Hunter's armors; but it was far from that. Xypherius could barely believe his eyes as he watched her approach and he knew that any of the angels who saw her would be silenced at her approach. She looked like she belonged with the angels as a warrior female. "Cat have your tongue, Xypherius?" Talarine asked to his surprise. The armor was tightfitting but she was still able to move and breath freely. She had grabbed her cloak and was swift to place it on. It was unhindered by the sword and settled nicely upon her shoulders, she reached out a hand and he took it. He sensed a demonic energy and the pack and their mates where swift to attempt locating it with the heroes.
As Tal was teleported to the heavens at Xypherius plea it was located and swiftly taken by Greed's minions. A council meeting that involved her nephews was happening and she was to be fetched for it, that and the council was eager to search for Diablo once more with her aid.
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"It has been long since I last trained with sword." Tal spoke with Auriel who had pulled her aside to speak in private. The meeting had concluded but Tal was not aware of Malthael being close enough for him to hear what she spoke with the Archangel of Hope. "I was trained for several years of my life but being a wolf shifter has both advantages and disadvantages. After my first transformation the lessons simply stopped."
"And your armor?"
"The first armor I was to wear was destroyed so this armor is offically my first set. I had other plans for it but Imperius seems to have won that round."
"He changed the design?!" Auriel asked confused.
"He must have done it when I was not looking." Tal's cloak had been taken off and was being studied by Itherael and Tyrael for its magical properties.
"What of your cloak?"
Tal thought for a moment. "I was given the cloak by my adoptive grandmother. She handstitched it and explained that there are several magical properties to it. She never told me which ones though so I am unsure of how to discribe them." Tal sighed. Somehow being around Auriel helped to keep her nerves calm and she was able to speak freely. "I do know that in the heat of summer or the desert I am kept cool and in the coldest nights of winter I am kept extremely warm. It blocks anyone from attempting to find me when I don't wish to be found; and just makes me seemingly invisible to unwanted eyes and ears." Auriel was now sent thinking but a mention from Malthael had her wrapping Al'maiesh around Tal's shoulders.
"I can see that you wish to cry. What ails you so?"
Tal sighed as the warmth spread throughout her body and began to explain about how her grandmother's death effected her worse then her friend's death. "She was a very kind elderly woman with a smile on her face everytime I saw her. She made that cloak for me on my sixteenth birthday and that was the last time I saw her." Tal admitted finally realizing that this was a way to heal.
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Talarine: Ally to the Angels
FanfictionTalarine: a woman whose can handle more then what people throw her way. But can she hang onto her own sanity when a girl from a whole other town manages to get the Heavens to finally act? Will Talarine be able to keep her 'i hate everyone' attitude...