.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.

.after extended contemplation about their past... disagreements... ashen shrew advances towards masculine. speaks firmly, not enjoying the moment. We must come to realization. You are the archaic figure and I am the newbie. But if we don't settle this it's going to drag us down... and perhaps even .stonehenge. with it! Besides, we are herd mates anyways... we must get used to each other or the rest of our life is going to be a living hell...silence prevails, stationary before ebony sahib. her own stygian figurine shifted weight wearily, just a hint of nervousness was in the 'solution'. C'mon! What harm can it do? Plush pallet descends, expressing her submission to the higher ranked.