I just felt like writing....So comment and enjoy!
I ran through the streets of NewYork, thick with people and vendors. I took a sharp turn, skidding on the rain water, my windbreaker keeping my wings dry. My wings were sore, and I couldnt move them. Horrible when your trying to escape things about three times stronger than you. And jumped up and kicked off of a building nearby. Throwing my hands out infront of me, I saw the clouds. It was like slow motion, untill I hit the chest of a furry Eraser. Adrenaline pumped into my system. He stummbled back and made a wheezing noise. He grabbed my arms and whipped around, slamming me into a wall. I winced. This was nothing compared to what I did last week. What did I do exactly? Lets just say worst things. I was peeled off the wall, and growled and slipped from his grasp. I started to slither away, into the shadows, but I was grabbed by the neck. I felt the cold rain on my skin I winced, and listened to him snicker. I growled deepy. The three Erasers behind the one grasping my neck were laughing. My wings felt broken, my head felt broken, I felt broken. I slipped away from his grasp and gasped for air. I stood up straight and lunged at another, drawing my swords from the sheaths underneath my leather jacket. I smirked and slipped under him. He whipped around, only to get slashed by the now bloodsoaked swords. He hollared in pain and fell to his knees, holding his face together. I thew in a light sniker and lunged at another. I stabbed it in the chest, puncturing his heart, killing him instantly. I whipped around, only to get a fist jerking my head to the side. I growled, and tasted blood. He would pay. I turned and unfolded my wings, launching into the air. Inside, my stomach tied in knots, I saw the face of,
"Ari...." I whispered. My face twisting in horror. He opened his wings and smirked
"Hello."
LAZY PROBLEM! Lol, so comment, tell me if I should continue it!
I ran through the streets of NewYork, thick with people and vendors. I took a sharp turn, skidding on the rain water, my windbreaker keeping my wings dry. My wings were sore, and I couldnt move them. Horrible when your trying to escape things about three times stronger than you. And jumped up and kicked off of a building nearby. Throwing my hands out infront of me, I saw the clouds. It was like slow motion, untill I hit the chest of a furry Eraser. Adrenaline pumped into my system. He stummbled back and made a wheezing noise. He grabbed my arms and whipped around, slamming me into a wall. I winced. This was nothing compared to what I did last week. What did I do exactly? Lets just say worst things. I was peeled off the wall, and growled and slipped from his grasp. I started to slither away, into the shadows, but I was grabbed by the neck. I felt the cold rain on my skin I winced, and listened to him snicker. I growled deepy. The three Erasers behind the one grasping my neck were laughing. My wings felt broken, my head felt broken, I felt broken. I slipped away from his grasp and gasped for air. I stood up straight and lunged at another, drawing my swords from the sheaths underneath my leather jacket. I smirked and slipped under him. He whipped around, only to get slashed by the now bloodsoaked swords. He hollared in pain and fell to his knees, holding his face together. I thew in a light sniker and lunged at another. I stabbed it in the chest, puncturing his heart, killing him instantly. I whipped around, only to get a fist jerking my head to the side. I growled, and tasted blood. He would pay. I turned and unfolded my wings, launching into the air. Inside, my stomach tied in knots, I saw the face of,
"Ari...." I whispered. My face twisting in horror. He opened his wings and smirked
"Hello."
LAZY PROBLEM! Lol, so comment, tell me if I should continue it!
Arcineh
This charrie goes da the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization da tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing più Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Scrivere them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Scrivere them, so, patience.
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