Post by Overture Arrow on Mar 19, 2006 20:26:25 GMT -5
UNTITLED FLIGHT
The year id 3081. 1075 years from today. As war scarred the barren lands of earth, a new form was created. Like humans, only stronger with wings of angels and of bats. For the supposedly "good" angel wings, or Dryads, the colour of the morning sky, seeing those who disobey their angelic code. For the steriotypically "Bad" bat wings, or Messengers the colour of the night, seeing all the death that comes near. With only a few humans left and the strange cannibalistic predators that come out every eclipse, staying alive is a struggle that only the strong can live through. Just live by the pilosiphy of the dead, and remember, in this harsh world, the lucky ones die first.
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The year id 3081. 1075 years from today. As war scarred the barren lands of earth, a new form was created. Like humans, only stronger with wings of angels and of bats. For the supposedly "good" angel wings, or Dryads, the colour of the morning sky, seeing those who disobey their angelic code. For the steriotypically "Bad" bat wings, or Messengers the colour of the night, seeing all the death that comes near. With only a few humans left and the strange cannibalistic predators that come out every eclipse, staying alive is a struggle that only the strong can live through. Just live by the pilosiphy of the dead, and remember, in this harsh world, the lucky ones die first.
Please join! I have NO members at all!