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THINGEHAn eagle flown from burning nest,Into a raging unknown stormIn search of calm and clear horizonsTo warm her wings beneath seven suns.A dark horse runs in a pitch-dark night,Unbridled, fearing naught yet runningRunning from shadows within itselfRunning from darkness that plagues its noble headRunning from loneliness on a cold winters nightRunning for love to finish the fight.Fire and ice, a clashing of forcesTo love to hate, to hate to loveA legend without a name,A name without a legendTo join or to fight?To love or to hate?To fear or to trust?To think is to die.Innocence shattered and malevolence unpunishedSpurs the anger of an unsuspected friendOutward young, inward ageless,In vigilant sleep until her birthWaiting for a subtle queenTo defend, her knight, her confidant.Left to die in corrupting lonelinessWith strength to survive, but only justHanging on to loves lost hopeWaiting for saving grace to rescue darkness.A shadow captured is a Phantom t
Unnamed Thing - ProloguePrologueAbandonment His body ached like hell. He knew theyd beaten him to subdue him, but how badly? He couldnt feel his wings. He was blindfolded with some ungodly fabric that was itchy and smelled of motor oil. He thrashed on the cold surface of the table and felt three of them throw their weight on him. Tranquilize him, a voice said from across the room. He uttered a low, guttural snarl and whipped his head around, sinking his fangs into the warm flesh of the arm behind him, tasting blood and biting down harder as the man screamed, trying to wrench him off. He set his teeth in and let his venom seep into the wound. Then there were fingers under his jaw and they unlocked his bite. He spat a bittersweet mix of blood and venom at his unseen enemies, hoping to get it in at least one unprotected eye, but heard no cry of pain and disgust. Damnit. He beat his wings furiously against the table, trying to fl
Random Red Midnight Creepiness Her feet were silent on the stone wall of the castle as she clung to the side of the tower, her eyes set on the window fifty feet above the ground. She hated heights, and she hated climbing without ropes, even though she was good at it. Shed learned quite a few things from Doom though, when it came to clinging to vertical surfaces. Shed dropped all her gear except for eight throwing knives that she had hidden in her boots, which were currently tied together by the laces and strung over her shoulder so that her feet were bare and better able to grip the tiny ledges of the rocks in the side of the castle. Shed hide the knives elsewhere once she put her boots back on. Morningstar winced at the combined scream and howl of a Phantom in pain from the apex of the tower, stopping her climb a few feet below the window. She didnt want to know what they were doing to him in there.Her