Isra, Mael and the pet are original characters created by Seph.
Like Isra and Mael, the pet (roleplayed by Kamahn) was created on the spot when Kamahn was dressed up in this particular outfit. It's moments like this that make me grateful that I have such beautiful and inspiring boys. Not only do they give me joy, they also inspire me to create, an ability I cherish always.

Mael: Don't you think it's time you took your pet for a walk? Isra: Hm? Mael: *rolls his eyes* Father wants to throw him out since you no longer seem interested in him. Isra: Tell him to leave my things alone! Mael: Why should I? I agree with him this time. You caught the angel months ago and haven't looked at him more than once a month since then. Isra: That's none of your business. He's _my_ pet. I can do whatever I want with him. Mael: Are you sure he's not dead already? Isra: . . . he looked fine the last I saw him... Mael: Which was when? Last month? Isra: All right, all right. Let's go take a look at him.

Isra: There. He's still alive. Mael: . . . If you say so. Isra: *smug smile* You're just sore that you weren't the one who'd caught him instead. Mael: You know...I'm surprised you could bear to girdle him. Isra: Why not? Mael: You didn't like being girdled the last time. Isra: That's me. He's my pet. He'll let me do whatever I want to do to him. Mael: So it seems...

Isra: Come on, pet. We're going for a walk. Mael: . . . a collar around the neck? How appropriate. Isra: No collars. Only a wrist cuff. Mael: It looks familiar to the leash they used on you last time. Isra: Shut up, Mael.

Isra: *tugs on the chain* Let's get you some sunshine. *grin*

Isra: What's the matter with him? Mael: *dryly* Could be that he's been in the dark so long the sunlight hurts his eyes. Isra: He gets enough light in his cage. *pets him on the head*

Mael: You broke him, Isra. Isra: What do you mean? Mael: Your little 'pet' is dead. Isra: He's still breathing and walking, Mael. Mael: The first time I saw him, his eyes were a bright blue. And his hair was as white as yours. Isra: So? The next thing I know, you'll be telling me his wings are beginning to turn black. Mael: I think they are. Isra: . . . you're just jealous.

Mael: His eyes are dead, Isra. Are you even looking at them? Isra: He's just been bored by himself. I'll take him out more.

Mael: He used to talk. Isra: So I told him all his chattering was annoying me!

Isra: Look, Mael. Stop it. If you think you can do better, go find your own pet!

Mael: I suppose, unlike you, I prefer things that aren't broken. Isra: *snarls* Would you stop saying that! I didn't break him!

Isra: Look! You're upsetting him! Mael: . . . are you sure he feels anything? Isra: Of course, he does!

Isra: . . . Pet?

The pet: *looks up* Isra: *smiles* There you go. He's responding, isn't he? 'Dead' things don't. Mael: Hm...

Isra: Let's go back in. Mael is beginning to bore me. Mael: I still say you broke him. Isra: Then I say you should mind your own pet and keep your mouth shut!

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