I'm doing this a little differently this time - I'm posting it here, as it's easier and I'm not sure how to break it up page by page ~ This takes place shortly after my srp. “I’m so d@mn tired.” Dabria whispered, slumping into a crouch in the corner of the small apartment she had rented. She eyed the still dripping blade she clutched tightly to her chest, unable to let go no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t her blood, no, but it didn’t matter. “I killed one of my kin. Somebody I... was fond of. For you?” “As much as I love you – hell, I adore you – you're not worth it. You’re... a monster.” With a sigh, she, with an easy push, boosted herself to a standing position, leaning against the wall. Eyeing the window, she approached it. A dismal alleyway greeted her gaze, smoldering slightly with soft blue flames. Soft whimpering came from seemingly nowhere, and she snorted, swinging over the ledge onto the packed dirt barely three feet below it. The fire extinguished with a wave of her hand, and she walked out of the shadowed street. A deceptively simple screen was pulled out of the backpack slung over her shoulder, and it flickered to life with an ominous glow. The air around it almost seemed to glitch out of existence for a second, showing a simple grey void. “Enough of your tricks.” She snarled, slamming a small crystal pendant harshly against the wall. Another soft whimper came from it, but the air stilled, returning to the facade of reality. She strolled along the small, wretched city, glaring up at the smog that clouded the air. A soft tickle brushed her face, and she turned to see a small crimson feather gently twisting and turning in the air. When she attempted to catch it, it seemed to flee from her. Her own ruby wings nestled defensively closer to her back, drawing tighter despite the slight pain that grew from the deep ache in those bones. A dull, almost primal groan seeped from her throat, and she tipped her head back. This sight was hardly new – the glorious feathers that she had so long taken care of had been slowly but surely wilting from her, falling and leaving naught but hurting stretches of skin, ever so reminiscent of the /other/ side of her heritage. Moments passed, several heart beats until she stirred once more, striding quickly with a renewed sense of purpose. Flaring open her wings, she swept them down, the wind rushing and providing her with just enough pressure to ponderously leap into the air and keep herself alight. “I’m getting old,” She grumbled to herself, quickly rising and arrowing past several buildings, burning because of her own hand. The glacially cold air chilled her exposed skin, but used to it as she was, it bothered her not at all. Breaking past the dark clouds of chemically induced waste, the soft light of the stars twinkled in the midnight sky, only obscured by the gathering clouds, swirling a foul green color. A blizzard was coming, and she didn’t like the look of it.
More to be added! I just - can't right now lol. I'm busy ~
