Ooc; Can I wait for Michael to be posted before I do anything with Jay? lol

Gellyn sighed and toyed with a strand of her short black hair idly,  blue eyes watching the gathering species boredly. Shifting her position slightly so her body was draped diagonally across the chair, an easy posture that Gellyn was pretty sure would bother the more uptight breeds, the shapeshifter lifted one hand and coughed slightly.

"So, shall we get down to business?" she asked in a low-pitched voice, raising her eyebrows at the assembled leaders. Gellyn didn't actually want to the meeting to take place, but all the silence was a bit intimidating. And since gather had to take place sooner or later, Gellyn wanted it to happen now so she could go home and take a nice long nap.

Shifting her pebbled eyes on the werewolf leader she offered the other woman a crooked smile. Gellyn harboured a small affection for the other breed of shape-shifters, despite their limited form. Twirling her hair around her finger again and letting it go so it sprung into a small curl Gellyn sighed again, rolled her eyes, and moved her position again. 

"You know, staring at each other with intense dislike will get absolutely nothing done."

In his mind trumpets sounded, and legions of angels turned out to hail his arrival, announcing the angel's representative to the gathered leaders. Multitudes offered him praise, shouting in happy voices that the Sword of God had made his landing. The leaders would all bow low to him and he would win them to his cause with some rousing speech, and the demon menace would be crushed once and for all.

Of course, that wasn't how it happened at all. Michael pelted through the sky, enormous white wings carrying him in a spiralling descent through the overcast sky, the grey and gloom matching his mood quite well. Even dressing for this auspicious occasion hadn't lent the archangel the joy that it usually did. And he had dressed quite well, in ivory silk brocade embroidered with in intricate swirling pattern in bright gold. The fabric, forming his jacket and breeches, accentuated the dark hues of his skin, the gold shining against his sapphire eyes.

He wore a large gold ring, set with a brilliant, perfectly cut diamon, and a matching, if slightly larger, stone set his ivory lace cravat in place. His thick, wavy black hair was tied in a leathe thong, though tendrils escaped to frame his face as he came in for the landing. Polished black shoes hit first, and despite his bulk Michael proved to be quite graceful. As soon as he was firmly on the earth the archangel set off at a brisk stroll, heading for the small stone structure in which he was to meet with the war leaders of the other races.

Entering the room after the vampire leader, and shuddering at the sight of the pale creature. He went to as neutral a seat as possible, wanting to be as far from the Demoness as possible. She gave him a sneer, only pausing a second before shooting a glare at the shifter leader. Michael sneered right back, then straightened out in his seat. "If we could please hold the serious discussion a moment longer, I believe one of my generals will be on her way. Until then, I trust everyone made the journey safely?" He kept his voice calm and civil, wanting to put on a good face for the Angel delegation.

Jaiden dove through the sky, his brilliant white wings fluttering gently as he aimed for the low-set building below. Tucking in his feathered appendages the angel general tilted head-first for the ground, squinting his eyes against the rushing wind. Only a meter above the hard-packed earth the nimble flier flared his wings and landed with a soft thump, eyeing the structure now looming in front of him with wary blue eyes.

It was now or never. Taking a deep breath Jaiden squared his shoulders, brushed his hand through his ruffled black hair, and stepped forwards at a cautious pace, wondering what sort of reception was awaiting him. Never before in his life had he heard of an interracial meeting between the leaders of all species. It was completely alien to the angel.

His feet tapped lightly on the cobblestone flooring of the building, echoing loudly in the silent room. Feeling awkward Jaiden took his place next to his leader, sitting down with extra care as he felt eyes stare at him pointedly. This was going to be far worse than he originally thought. Nodding slightly at all the leaders, followng Michael's polite motions, Jaiden settled into his seat and intertwined his hands, waiting for the meeting to start.