EXOTICA QWENKO TAKES OFF almost purple, hood, shakes out her black hair. She paces on the building, she's on, and smiles, thinking about her sarcastic, hot pink haired, friend. BOOM! A shot rings out in the dusk-light, as a new name appears on her ever-changing list. She sighs, frowning, and mutters, "Another day, another soul to reap." And she leaps off the building, her gray wings unfurling behind her. She flies through the air, for what seemed like forever, when she, finally, hears a cry coming from a gray, metal building, and drifts over to investigate. She floats down, her wings closing back in and her cloak flapping in the wind. “H-h-Help m-me! Please!”
A voice crys out in the dark dusk. She tip-toes closer, and says, "It's ok, I'm here,” She says, softly, hoping to not startle the kid. “Just tell me where you are, OK?" She whisper-shouts, "What's your name, sweetheart?" She coos. "E-erine. W-what's yours?" The voice answers, sniffling. "Well, hello Erine. I'm—” She stops, thinking that telling him who she is, the elusive Exotica, daughter of their supreme ruler, wouldn't help the cause. “I'm... Elissa.” She says. “Nice to meet you, Erine.” She smiles into the dark. "N-nice to m-meet you t-too. A-are you here to save m-me?" The voice, Erine, stammers out. "Yes, I am. Here to help, that is." She answers, slowly and politely. "T-thank you E-e-elissa." He whispers. She finally gets to the voice. And she crouchs near it, and holds her hand out. He takes it and Exotica pulls him up. She starts to say something, but a small rustling distracts the boy. The boy looks in the distance. And the rustling starts up again, but she, still, doesn't hear it. "O-oh no..." The boy says, his eye widened, his brown shoulders, shuddering in fright.
"Th-their b-back!" "Who's back?" She says, slightly chuckling, at this scared kids antics, and she slowly, turns around. And a dark burlap sack falls on her head, and she's knocked out, shutting out the world in an instant...
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Temperament
Science FictionThe year is 2090. The world is on the brink of extinction. Everywhere you look is choas, rats and bugs run rampant in the street, feasting on dead flesh, and dead bodies lay in the street, buildings are crack ed and crumbling, disease and sickness i...
