Dark skys swirled over the horned creatures head...rain gently emiiting itself from the heavy clouds that curled and slithered their way lazily across the sky. The pelts of water running down the leathery red wings that flowed down the spine of her back. loosely, yet noticibally defining the features of her linky like form. the slit pupils of her dark eyes swiftly scanning the area below her, flaring her nostrils as to take in the scents of the beings that inhabited the area she was looking over. her frame was bent over, as if mimicing the gargoyls that were also atop the building she herself had positioned herself. Bent over, continuously gazing down at the humans. the creatures. with their busy lives. digging her clawed fingers against the stone of the ledge of the cathedral as she rustled her form lightly, lifting her wings from the curve of her back effortlessy.
the rain pelting, dripping off the unfolding leather like skin. veins and bone rippiling calmly as the wings expanded to their full span. being around two yards from the base of the shoulder where the limbs shot off, to the sharpley curved claw like tip. raising herself from her hunched over state. Her height an abdnormal 7'2. Abdnormal, that is. for this world. stepping out from the ledge, letting herself fall then length of the stepal, her wings catching the air, allowing a safe landing, bending her knees slightly upon impact with the ground. her clawed feet causing large cracks where they had made contact with the cement. Bringing her wings back from their expanded state back to their usual positon, shaking them , rain dripping steadly as she did so, the wings folding neatly, allowing a clawed bone to hook itself comfortably around her shoulder, her wings now resmbeling that of a cape. sprawled around her feet. a cold drift swept into the ally in which she was standing. blowing her wettened black hair. the faint light of the mmidnight moon casting a soft gleam to the water clinging to her hair. allowing a softened reflection of the light to glow off of her hair.making her way down the narrow ally. the features of her face showing no emotion. memories. seemed to be the only thing left of her past. her body was young. This soul was not truely her own. For it was passed on only to spawn of her race..every now and again, on rare occasions. dream like thoughts wouldseep themselves into her conciousness. Tiny snippets of her souls past. Sometimes. They were of peaceful times, sometimes, they were of the bloodshed the soul that enhabited her body caused. And the nightmares. Oh...the night mares. Flashes of the white blood that would spill from pale cold eyes...seep from thin parted lips...The most common nightmares she had. As well as the most gruesome were those of the meidevil times. times in which, her kind were hunted down mercilessly. A time also, in wich. more then half of her race had been slaughtered before they had the chance to spawn. One of her most gruesome dreams was about 500 or so years back. when a fairly young female demon was being chased down, cradaling a small curled form tightly to her chest. clinging to her only true possession, This had carried her soul. this was the next generation. she couldnt let this one die. she could not let her mate's soul die either. the two combined, into one body. this particular mother was one of the most beautiful creatures of her species, that Shadow had seen, anyways. Almost the opposite of shadow, in a way. As certain features of shadow were black, hers were the softest white. her eyes, hair, claws...tongue. it was beautiful. as the female ran from the hunters, dodgeing arrows that whizzed dangerously close , three of which had already impaled into her, white blood trinkiling in spiderweb like patterns down the wound, running down a ally way, much like the one shadow was in now herself. pausing for only moments, as she bent her head upwords...her pale eyes helplessly travaling up the brick wall. an arrow brushing againt her stomach...slicing the naked skin, naked just as the rest of her body was. except for a cloth made skirt that limply draped down to about mid thigh. whipping her head around, her hair flying back with her motion, the sounds of the yells and insults of the upcoming beings. her eyes locking onto those of a man with a bow upheld in his left arm. the arrows upon his back resembeling the one that had lodged itself into the brick behind her. bringing the infant in her arms and positioning it protectively and securly to rest only in the cradel of her left arm against her chest. extending her free arm before her. her white eyes glowing, aura like swirls falling from the glow streaming down her face, crawling across her marroon skin in swirl like patterns.