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The angel smiled sadly at the little one she scooped up, holding the child close. Fevers and illness had ravaged this poor little soul for most of it's young life. She smiled down at the child, brushing away the painful, racking fever as she brushed the child's hair from it's face. "Come now, it's time to go home." she murmured softly, her tone warm and reassuring as she turned. It was hard, and time didn't make it easier...but it had to be done. She unfurled her wings, taking flight as she left the grief-stricken parents behind her.
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"Please, mistress," the small white guardian pleaded, as he tried to fly up the the girl he was supposed to be training as an angel, "you cannot allow yourself these mortal luxuries. If you allow yourself to forget why you're here, all will be lost!"
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A tribal in training to be a shaman, however, an english unit wipes out her clan before she can finish her training. She is the last one left and must turn to the skills of a rogue, something that came more naturally than shamanism ever would. She wanders towns, taking what she needs and sometimes doing odd jobs, mostly for children, women and men who are worth little to nothing. But that is quite a while from now...
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"There's so many here."
Her voice, little more than a breath of air, was utterly impossible to discern from clangs of metal against metal, bursts of fire and shrapnel. She had no eyes for the dirtied, scampering men around her, and they none for her. They would fight their fight, wage their war, waste their lives... It was of no importance to her. She stepped delicately over scraps of wire, the spilt blood painting the ground earning not so much as a second glance, her feet never quite touching the ruin of it all. The only ones that could see her were those without the power to scream. They knew who, and what, she was. Hidden beneath the immaculate white she wore, behind those warm eyes, under untarnished skin, she was what they all had feared from the start. Her gentle smiles told them how happy that she was to sever them from their corpral forms. Death would not bring them to Heaven or spare them from their suffering, but that, too, was beyond her sympathy. And besides, she was dreadfully hungry today. |
A once famous Doctor, he's not reduced to a zombified freak after he accidentally drank a beaker of mixed acids and chemicals, instead of his morning coffee.
Now he spends his days wandering the city, eating peoples toes, and generally causing trouble. In his down time he enjoys dumpster diving for next things to add to his ever changing outfit! |
"Christ, what time is it?"
"3PM" "Fix me some coffee, I feel stiff as fu- ... Why's there cardboard on my back?" "I made you wings." "... Did you glue the blanket to my ass?" "Yes." "I hate you." |
A once optimistic and jovial med student, Gall is the result of what happens too many cults fight over the same sacrificial virgin and botch things, repeatedly. She finished her medical training repairing herself.
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Once she was a mighty goddess, not she sits at home with her army of cats, waiting for the day when she will rise again~
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Having been set upon by an army of Cats, nex holes herself up in her home, using long sticks to grapb feathers from mangled birds left on her doorstep so that she may craft her wings and attempt an escape!
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In a vain attempt to be crowned the Queen of the Sky, Nexxy usurped the throne of King Altarius the Third, ever-so-gently separated the wings from the rest of him, and superglued them onto her back.
Having been poked in the rear end with a golden needle, the Sphinx became free of her petrification, and now aspires to eat the sun. |
A feared killer in her home land, she now serves Gall, who is her new master
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A doomed princess who would dare make the great Espy the slave of Gall. She might just find those wings on fire in the near future.
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Out of all the jobs in all the world, Espy just had to get the one, the only one, that made him come in even when he had pinkeye. Dammit.
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He had wanted freckles, so he decided to steal the freckles off his lab assistant, of course he only struggled for a little while...
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Nex with her cardboard-superglued wings of bird remains longed to fly but not knowing the melting point of superglue, took it upon herself to rid the world of the sun. Dragnetting the worlds oceans she pasted the sun in glorious fish people, their cooking selves drawing the army of crazy cat lady sphinx out of hiding and into the sky to consume the sun! And the world was dark! And gal's super espy assassin was having a bad day.
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Dark.
It was so dark. She really should have thought that one out better. Sure, the taste was great, but it wasn't worth the heart burn. Now she couldn't even find her favorite catnip toy. Oh well, maybe it'll be fixed after a nap. |
After the sun goes out Gall's mutant business really picks up, especially because of all the weird side effects from the sun being gone.
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"Oh, it looks so pretty!" they'd say.
"Very understated. Elegant. A sensitive touch of mystique and romance." Oh, yes. Was basic sympathy dead? What about gods-damned decency? Did they go around telling lepers, "Oh, you're ahead of your time. That look will be all the rage next season. And the missing digits? Bold. Simply bold." No! But here she was, getting complimented on a mutated skull-growth that just so happened to look like a dainty little crown. Oh, sure, that was convenient. Did anyone ever stop to think that it might brain-stabbingly, eye-sparkingly painful!? Ingrates! |
Immortaility was never all it was cracked upt ot be. Sadly, those of his minoins that were worth something had already been spent trying to quell the inevitable resistances, the the inevitable resistances inevitably wound up replacing the pieces of him that kept catching on the castles sharp corners and that damn throw rug. His replacement slaves were running out of toes. Such was immortality...
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She'd lost her top in the fights again, what was it with guys and the need to rip her top off, oh well, his face had some nice scratch marks to remind him of his mistake.
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She was queen of the woodlands, her glittering minty shall and her lovely wings and sparkling tiara. She sang and the small creatures of the forest would gather upon her shoulder and dance at her feet, until the day when onen squirrel climbed high on her back and shouted the princess's doom to all...
"CHOCOLATE!" Starting with her wings, the woodland princess was consumed by savage little furry animals until naught remained but her silver tiara. In the tiny hands of a chipmunk he nibbled a bit and looked up, surprisingly, "Hey! this thing tastes like one of those little silver sugar balls!" |
Round and round, feathers flying, the room spinning, Quiet felt sick to her stomach, but couldn't, wouldn't give up just yet: that pesky ribbon was almost in her claws!
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Glorious
Amalgamation Licentiously Litigated Against God How Egregiously Random |
He probably shouldn't have summoned the bats, that was defiantly where everything went wrong. He had been winning the fight, then he decided to be fancy, beat the other god with some creepy bats. To bad he forgot that those bats belonged to Gall, he'd messed up those little guys good alright.... Now where did his rib go?
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She probably should have thought more carefully when she decided to dress like a multicolored mummy. Now everyone is singing, "I see London, I see France, I see Nexy's underpants." She only has her wings to cover herself. And let's face it, it's not working so good.
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I make them good girls go bad-
Music blaring, lights flashing, colors dancing across face after face, Twigg stumbled for the tenth time that night, her legs sweating and her ass enjoying quite the nice breeze. This, if anything, was proof. Do not pick your party outfit when you're already drunk. |
Standing atop the gothic tower, Gall looked over the sleeping city. It was time. She stood high and dove from the tower's pinnacle...and into the wall.
"Ow" Gall clutched onto the wall and dove again, and swerved into the tower again. Frustrated, this time she tilted herself a little bit in an effort to get her wings more level. "OW." Wall again. And thus, into the night and down the tower... swish "ow!" swish "ow!" swish "ow!" ... |
The costume party was great! Well, she thinks it was great... She can't really remember much. And she did end up in the middle of the dessert, with some sort of weird cat suit on, she was sure she went to the party as Bat girl....
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When she went to the beach that day, all she wanted was some sun and beach fun. What she forgot was that she wore snail perfume. Now she can't get the damned things to go away! She had hoped her neon colors would blind them, but no luck. So now she makes her living as... SNAIL WOMAN. The slowest superhero ever!
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"ow ow ow"
Why had she let Batty dress her! "Stupid shoes of stupidness!" These shoes were murder! Not to mention the leg warmers were giving her one heck of a rash! |
The wind blew relentlessly, her clothes, what little she had, soaked and threatening to send her crashing into the ground. But there was no time to waste! If she took even a minute too long, the tickets would be sold out before the got there!
Her broom almost crashed into the side of the building. She scrambled up, half-heartedly dusting herself off, only to stop dead. The line wrapped around the next block, at least! "Nexxyyyyy!" Blinking, she looked around, spotting one of her friends near the start of the line. She hurried over, grinning from ear to ear. "What took you so long!? Don't tell me you used that ratty old broom! You know you have wings!" |
He staggered out of the cave, his mind swirling. There had been two of them when they entered but now there was only him. Only one. And this one wanted to party.
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Slowly, as the wind blew,
swiftly as the anger grew, the scene surrounding the gentle town grew dark and bleak. Be it anger or fear who knows, but something deep inside me grew, as she wandered past from door to door. (unbefuddled by the scene before her, by the very despair that surrounds her soul) Hesitation in me not As I set out my insidious plot to cease the screaming in my ear (once again, knew not if it anger or fear) As scream once suppressed rang through my ear As in my vision drew quite near The very act that still haunts me, my dear (took a moment to realize that the screaming was my own) For she had eaten such a poor soul, half eaten laid my foe, as the eaten eaten such cannibalistic carnivore... ...took a moment to realize that the screaming was my own. |
Hikori that was awesome!
In the space between time waits a man with no face. The place is bleak. Whiter than any white bleach could produce. his clothing and his skin blends in perfectly. When he wishes to be seen he will appear. But his appearance could be either blessing or curse. Many have lost themselves in the lane between times. Some driven mad by the emptiness and never ending light. Others have gone catatonic. But some, those really special, see this entity. No details exists to explain exactly what happens to those he does not favor. Except he has been heard to whisper "Hungry..." |
As if the skirts and heels weren't enough. Now they were doing animal costumes. Animals! And his was damn itchy. Not for the first time, Jurinjo wondered how worth it this "super special cool people only" club really was.
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Gallagher faced the oncoming army. The wings beat back and fourth to a drumbeat on the soul. One...two...one...two...and with each beat, a reddish violet flame pulsed from the hands. The eyes dissolved in their sockest, as the soul withered from the spell. Gallagher was the last hope, a magic weapon, a lavender automaton of power. As the hordes of slippery fishmen rushed to tear Atlantis down to the sea, Gallagher, the Galla, fired its soul into them.
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The son of Anubis never did get the amount of credit he deserved for his work. Much like Hades of Greece, but after hearing of that god's many attempts to achieve some greatness Lawtan decided the shadows were better than being antagonized and portrayed as a powerless god beside his brothers. In his domain he ruled, and in any other domain he was simply left alone. Free to observe and interact with souls as he pleased.
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"I'm gonna do it, you guys!"
"No! Jurinjo! Don't be an idiot!" And from that day on, Jurinjo was the idiotest of the idiots. But hey, at least his blade finally matched his hair. |
Recently deceased paramedic is refusing to die and the strain of it is causing him to lose his humanity. 'The knife it feels lonely' he thinks to himself. "Let's find you a friend." He grins and walks into the ambulance and drives for the hospital.
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The icy prince looked out over his lands, as desolate as they were and sighed to his lonely self
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