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As expected, the foyer was rather packed. Bodies adorned in elegant, multi-cultured gowns and faces covered in flashy masks that either hid all of there face or the area about their eyes clashed and moved about the room, looking like a confused rainbow and all the shades in between. Shifting about, you felt a tad bit uncomfortable being - from what you could tell - the only person dressed in dull colors. Self-consciously smoothing and primping the gown's black material with the darker gray gloves the reached your elbows, your glanced about, [e/c] orbs seeking the hidden wolves among the sheep through your gray, simple mask. "Excuse me." You

Everything had been going perfectly; oh so wonderfully perfect! You'd fought tooth and nail to beat your older brothers - all eight of whom were only half-kin to you - into submission and claim your place as pre-Alpha, the next in line to inherit the pack, the Kingdom and all it's lands and prey. You had even gained scars, broken limbs and missing chunks of skin to do so, but you had managed and secured your future. And then he stepped into the picture. Even remembering your father's betrayal made you become a wrathful demon, chucking things around the room and lashing out at anyone and everyone who would show weakness - a flinch here or a

He was weeping; crying, with large, glittering and transparent drops of salt sliding down his dark cheekbones from his bloody eyes and plinking softly onto the sheets (which were the color of dried blood). The eight-year-old was so wound up in his own silent sorrow, he didn't notice his door creak open and another pair of large, innocent red eyes staring worriedly into the pitch black room. The younger, fully albino of the El-Amin brothers clutched the frame of the door tightly in one hand, his five-year-old, almost white face heavily shadowed not only with black of the shade but also by worry and concern. And tucked safely in his other ar

Purgatory was a land of darkness and illuminated outlines, showing the pure brightness of Heaven but also the pitch blackness of Hell. Souls that came and wondered this place didn't know others were there and often despaired in the silence of the land of loneliness. But those were the dead, who were waiting for their sins to be burned away or for their human selfishness to carry them down to the burning inferno. The living never came to Purgatory. That is, so a certain young, purple beast thought. Then she came. She was whole, unlike all the other souls that came there; the human girl wasn't an outline of barren frame, no, she wore clothes

The murmur of hushed prayers filled the homely atmosphere and warm air of the small church. Devote Christians hung their heads and raised their hands skyward, black, sinful spirits flickering toward a light gray as the Holy Spirit worked inside their hearts. Their mortal eyes failed to notice you, sitting in the rafters and glowing a soft candlelight color. Your bare feet hung over the peasants' heads, the simple, soft gold gown similar to theirs resting on your frame - a large hole in the back of it for your snowy wings which rested, folded, on your shoulder blades. A calm smile adorned your face as you watched the souls beneath your feet

"You filthy, damned traitor! Unhand me you-!" "She's a witch I tell you! A witch! She tried to curse my girl!" "She always hides away in my cousin's home and doesn't come out for days! She gets angry and I get ill and then she's pleased and I get better!" "Aye, she must be a witch!" "A heathen, a demon and a heretic!" "Burn at the stake!" "Burn her! Burn the witch!" The rough calloused hands of former neighbors and friends of the family dragged a young [brunette/blond/redhead/etc.] down the old cobblestone road, her [h/l] locks falling wildly as she struggled against the hands on her arms and the one covering her mouth. Tears st

"Do we have to?" The man across from you sighed in frustration, thick, strong fingers reaching up and sliding his sunglasses from his face to the top of his head. He then proceeded to rub the bridge of his nose - one which had been broken and smashed into his face so many times that it was permanently flattened - and close his dark eyes. "We've been over this, [l/n]. This isn't optional, no matter how much we wished it wasn't." "Enlighten me upon our reasoning again, Boss." The dark skinned man's eyes shot open and he shot an almost black glare in your direction. You remained impassive, lips tilting downwards slightly and eyes hooded in s

People bustled by, the endless chatter of couples or friends and the clatter of shoes against the concrete becoming the usual background ruckus that most these people lived by and couldn't manage without. Their shadows danced by an alleyway, one of pitch black darkness which only two dull orbs of [e/c] peered out of. However, after the shadows of the crowd passed by, the patches of light revealed a young woman of unhealthy conditions. Pale [s/c] skin without any baby fat made the girl appear older than she was. The dark rings under her dull eyes didn't help and the scratches and scars from who-knows-what gave the lass a brutal look. Her me