Epsilon Posted April 23, 2004 Share Posted April 23, 2004 [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]*Note: This RPG is rated PG 13 for gore, vilence, mild or low swearing, religious factors, etc. Somethings may not be found suitible for those under the age of 13. [i]The white snow fell slowly from the dim gray sky. Through all the eyes, this world was covered in gray the only thing to care about was one's own well being. Cars rushed by trying to save time during this holiday season. Some to get home, some simply to beat the traffic. Others rushing through the slush on the street and it's curves to get the early Christmas shopping done and finish all other task that need concern them-selves and only them selves....Passing those who had simply nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to live for, those who were there because society had turn it's back on them. The birds began shreiking, their shirl insesent voices and the beat of black wings. He stopped in front of the door and as he reached for the handle...The crows began one by one to fly down. Two landing upon each one of his sholders, the rest all behind him standing as if like an arm. Other flooded inside from above, black feathers began to fall he swipped them out of his dark brown hair and off his shoulders while smack the birds away. Once the birds had clamed again, he began to break way he chains letting them hit the ground. Taking off his black gloves, he threw them to the ground hitting the snow, steam rose. Pushing the doors open, he saw crows purched once more upon the rotting bench seats. Looking around a frown came over his face, within the front row there sat three people. They stood, all three of them dressed in total black, each wearing over coats with a cross over each arm. The man scolded as he threw he hand forwards, the crows lunghed attack the three. The doors closed, silently there was no longer anything left except the black feathers that covered the ground out side. One of the three, a female, ran with a feelt of crows fallowing behind her. There blood red eyes foucsed soully on her to carry out her task. She began to run faster then she ever knew she could, blood dripping fom her forehead, arms, and legs stained the snow. Within those two hours of running she made it across the city to the oppiste side. The new crich within sight, she slide through the doors holding them closed the best she could. It began booming and pushing her a few inchs back....It stopped, dust began floating it, it smelled like ashs. Turning, she ran and hid between one of the middle rows of bench seats. Crouching into a fatel position, she looked up. Father was standing over her. "Where's the others?" he asked. "They-they're dead, he killed them." Father didn't reply he just stared with a solem look in his face. "H-He had said, that this world would become his own...That he's granting his sympthy upon us and learn what it means to fear." The girl began to cry.[/i] ----- Zoma walked briskly, staring at the ground. It was dirty and covered with slush. She stopped walking and kicked a bit of it up out of her way. Looking up to the sky; black and blue crows were in flight. They were flying across the sky in rapid motion as if they had an appointment for something. The smell of smoke came altering her senses. Subconsciously she began walking, quickly, then went into a faint run towards where the smell had a risen from. Zoma could not tell where it's pin point location was but she did know the smell, it was sensed with the ashes of hell. He's here... :she thought with great content, happily she begun to smile. Fallowing the crows she stayed forwards no longer paying mind to if she knew where they were going. Nor their proper direction, she fallowed their shadow when they were out of sight she'd think of where they may appear. Turning as he ran Zoma disappeared behind an alley. She looked to the top of the brick building, it wound high and it's top edge too high for her to try to jump upon but there were a few garbage cans off to the side. Heading back she took off her jacket and rapped it around her waste beneath her wings. Running she jumped up from the trash cans and leaping high within the air. Spreading her arm and wings out she glided up till she could reach the railing of the edge with one of her hands. Hoisting her self up, she turned to her side kicking one leg up. She began to fell and beating the other wing frantically, like an idiot, against the brick eventually getting her self up. "Well, that was stupid." she said to her self. Shadows of birds flew over her, then one large shadow. Glancing up a daemon in her view, it's wings were strange though; two that looked like bird wings the two other were shimmering different colors with a dark aura around them. It had two large claws, each having two talons, they had feet of that like a mortal, and long black hair. Other then that she could see nothing else, they had flown away with the crows too fast. She got up from squatting and ran to the other edge, jumping off she flew after them. From high above Zoma could see smoke trails in the air, the devil was on the move. She disbanded off from fallowing the birds and the other daemon heading to another trail of smoke. (A more newly arisen one.) From what she come see, it was coming from a busy street with people all walking back and forth. Zoma landed in a tree near by with other crows in a park near by, rapping her arms around her she watched the people. They were all fascinating to her, especially to play some games with.[/SIZE][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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