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New Girl-ZexionOC beta thingUpon walking into the library in the Castle That Never Was, the girl skimmed through the titles of various books on various subjects, staring in awe at the vast collection of literature. Being new to the Organization, she walked about the isles - a strange but, familiar feeling coming over her. Just then she saw another person, he, who's gray-blue hair grew over his right eye didn't notice her as he continued to read the large book in his hands. And just then a gasp escaped her lips and the man looked up, startled.
"Who are you?" he questioned, but then remembered there being a new member, "Nevermind, you must be the new member. We haven't officially met. I'm Zexion."
Wait why am I talking to her like casually like that? I don't even know her.
The girl stared, but at that precise moment after hearing Zexion's name her bright green eyes, lively as they are, dulled to a dark army-green- pupils fading away as if she were in a trance.
"Zexion," she spoke the name mechanically, her voice se
HuntThe piercing stare of two slitted eyes,
A flash of color rushing by,
The steady dripping of refreshing rain,
Little critters fleeing in vain,
Soft padding of paws, stalking their pray,
The screeching of birds throughout the day,
Tense haunches getting ready to strike,
Animals dashing to get out of sight.
Is the time for the Hunt.
Angel's DecentWisps of clouds drift over her face as she passes through them,
Gliding all the while looking for something,
Fatigue penetrating every feather,
Black wings with white tops and tips fail to flap,
Slowly at first, but steadily getting faster,
Plummeting towards the occult forest below.
Winter's BeautySilver snow glitters as it falls apon me,
renewing the earth,
giving a fresh start for new essences to be bestowed across the land
that is Winter's Beauty.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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