"This one does not have horns because it is a fawn." Gabriel's voice echoed in his helmet, calm and stoic like usual.

Being a warmachine, you had almost no knowledge of anything outside of combat. So naturally, the archangel had to hold you back when you saw something other than demons. Humans were long gone, and, well.. Wildlife had taken over again.

"As it grows, it loses these little spots on its fur." He pointed to the white spots on the fawn's pelt, the little one sticking close to its mother. It was interesting, the symbolism of it. Something unpure and tainted next to something so innocent.

His wings twitched as he sat a little bit closer to you, not enjoying that thought very much.