At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
They let go of the bars, backing up to the wall. “Then… who are you?”
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
"Still, are you safe?"
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors?”
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
Silverwing #727 is having a bad day. Or, that's what everyone else would think. In fact, he's working. "They've all gone mad!" he screams, running down the hall, his wings unfurling and closing behind him as he bangs on doors. "The real truth is not found here!"
He spits on the ground. Of course, he's just waking people up. He's found that sometimes, the most disgusting, strangest things are those that can get people out of bed.
When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align extended sig
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
"Still, are you safe?"
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors?”
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
"Okay," The doctor sews the wounds closed, to the best of there ability
Silverwing #727 is having a bad day. Or, that's what everyone else would think. In fact, he's working. "They've all gone mad!" he screams, running down the hall, his wings unfurling and closing behind him. "The real truth is not found here!"
He spits on the ground. Of course, he's just waking people up. He's found that sometimes, the most disgusting, strangest things are those that can get people out of bed.
A silverwing walks out of one of the doors you pass, and follows you, seeming quite interested in what you are doing
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
"Still, are you safe?"
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors?”
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
"Okay," The doctor sews the wounds closed, to the best of there ability
The Silverwing holds his pain until they’re finished. Once they are, he slowly inspects the stitches. “Bloody hell.”
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
"Still, are you safe?"
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors?”
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
"Okay," The doctor sews the wounds closed, to the best of there ability
The Silverwing holds his pain until they’re finished. Once they are, he slowly inspects the stitches. “Bloody hell.”
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
"Still, are you safe?"
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors?”
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
"Okay," The doctor sews the wounds closed, to the best of there ability
The Silverwing holds his pain until they’re finished. Once they are, he slowly inspects the stitches. “Bloody hell.”
"Yeah, be glad."
He tries to roll his eyes at the statement. “Y’all aren’t much for hospitality, are ya?”
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
They let go of the bars, backing up to the wall. “Then… who are you?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
*Tartar, roleplay?*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Still, are you safe?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“Safest I’ve been since I got these.” He gestures to the wings grafted to his back.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Then yes"
They then leave, and another one comes forward, bearing a needle, they speak through the bars "I hope you don't have PTSD from doctors"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“[beep]” He leans his shoulder against the bars, letting the Angel reach the major wounds. “Be quick about it.” He closes his eyes, preparing for the needle.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Interesting concept for Silverwings :D*
Silverwing #727 is having a bad day. Or, that's what everyone else would think. In fact, he's working. "They've all gone mad!" he screams, running down the hall, his wings unfurling and closing behind him as he bangs on doors. "The real truth is not found here!"
He spits on the ground. Of course, he's just waking people up. He's found that sometimes, the most disgusting, strangest things are those that can get people out of bed.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
"Okay," The doctor sews the wounds closed, to the best of there ability
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A silverwing walks out of one of the doors you pass, and follows you, seeming quite interested in what you are doing
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The Silverwing holds his pain until they’re finished. Once they are, he slowly inspects the stitches. “Bloody hell.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Yeah, be glad."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
He tries to roll his eyes at the statement. “Y’all aren’t much for hospitality, are ya?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!