.the angel with the broken wings, the one who cannot fly. the angel who won't give in, the one that will not cry. the angel with the blackest heart, the one who flames consume. the angel who is always lone, in the shadows she does loom. the angel who is not afraid, to hurt and kill alike. the angel who is easily pissed, the one that you won't like.

.defiant one promanades forth towards the land 'stonehenge' just recently sentenced here, she was rather unsure of this new realm. oh well, new places... new people! how fun fun! stygian hued shrew becomes stagnant at brink of tenebrous coppice, opaque opticals observe ambiant weild. nigrescent minx advances across quagmire, navigating towards magnate sahib the innocent demeanorless facials lock upon virile, serpentile caudal frequently swatting at annoying insects around posterior. crania tosses slightly, ridding visionaries of protruding strands. I am rogue, sentenced here. I figure I must announce my presence to someone in this seemingly 'ghost town' and you are the first one I have crossed paths with. Anyways, who be you? Questioning look melts unto usually phlegmatic features, secretly hoping she had made the right choice as to approach this unknown one.