I've always looked like this but the sight is still bewildering. The glowing golden eyes looking back at me in the rippling waters surface, hair white and untouched by the swirling black blood that makes up our atmosphere. Strangely translucent skin, swirls of silver and gold dance below my skin as my reflection is suddenly shattered by the rippling waters. I look up to see Abel skipping smooth black stones across the newly purified water. His long chestnut brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail, strands hanging across his neck. Beneath the strands are densely packed scars. Some newly agitated red slashes, others dull patches of raised skin. Not even the unspeakable pain brought upon him by fangs, blades, and claws could hide the man's beauty. Features, sharp and jaded, with the only sign of kindness being his pitch-black eyes, flakes of amber and flame peppered within the inky maw. Accompanied by smile lines which seemed unbefitting of the dangerous-looking man. But Abel was anything but dangerous. He is the only thing keeping me safe from the onslaught of the Unspeakable that chase me across Πανδώρα without fail.
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FantasyThe world has been blackened by the dense ichor of our ancestors Endless clouds of putrid vengeance Abstagantsis ripped across the Ley Lines Knotted them Shredded them Cut the Other into ribbons Spewing the black blood vapor into the once blue skies...
