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I got too overstimulated to proof read it about halfway through

The wind gushed the faded bells of the church tower, sending a haunted, ringing echo through the dark cobbled halls.
The silhouettes of weathered stone statues stood as sentinels in every room and hallway, sad faces streaming black erosion etched into their textures. Some with wings, others with stone halos, looking heavy with wear.
Ember drove her hands beneath the feet of Mother Mary, beating her wings against the stone dress of the carving, cracking black claws. The statue teetered once, then heaved back- the Harpy slammed against it again, sending a shocking jolt of pain through her wings.

"Ember-"
The shrill voice was drowned by the smashing of the statue against the ground- tiles shattered, bits of stone chipped from the carving. The half-burned wood door broke inward, snapping the rotted board that had been wedged across its boltings. The hinges shrieked, the fallen statue groaned, and the towering doors smacked against it.
A man cursed loudly from the other side, joined a moment later by the gun barrel wedged through the narrow gap.
The frozen stone stung her bare feet as Ember leaped away from the empty pedestal, racing across the debris-cluttered floor.
"Run!"
The word was cut short by the crack of a bullet through the dark hall. Somewhere beyond, a stained glass window shattered with the sound of twinkling shards.

Ember flinched violently and lunged for his hand, catching just above his wrist. Blue-grey wings fluttered once, spurring him to his feet as she hauled him forward, both breaking into a clumsy run.

A devouring hole gaped in the triangular ceiling above, open to the biting wind, which dumped a cutting cascade of snowflakes onto the mound of rubble barring the church's entrance hall. As they approached the heap, they slowed, painfully. The pale-featherd Harpy tripped and scrambled upright near constantly, cutting and bruising his dark skin. Dark wings shuddered violently as Ember snapped a panic-filled glance at the banging door.
"Hold on to me."
"No, I can-"

Another shot fired.
Ember wrapped her arms around his waist, pale wings squirming to find a position in her grip. A nearby board splintered as the bullet struck wide.
The sound of cold air sucking and throwing beneath the massive black wings echoed chillingly around the building's aged walls. Ember beat them fiercely, fighting to stay aloft with the weight. Snow lashed her vision as she lunged beneath the caved roof, blinded to what lay beyond the veil of white.

Another explosive gunshot.

Half-burned carpet kept her knees from shredding on the stone floor as she landed heavily, spilling her load. For a moment, the shifting of trembling feathers and the crying of wind-blown church bells were all that was heard until the scraping of the fallen statue and the slamming of the wooden doors continued.

Men cursed, wood snapped. Something metal clattered to the floor beyond the rubble.

She was on her feet again, legs screaming from the landing, and she scrambled to haul the other Harpy upright. Stone and rotten wooden timbers shifted, skidded, and clattered from the piled remains of the roof.

"The bell tower," Heron gasped, chest heaving as Ember dragged him forward through the threshold of the gathering room. One of the doors here lay fallen, smashed into the hard oak-wood rows of seats. The other clung onto rusted hindges.

"You can't-"
"Get to the bell tower!"
The bullet ricocheted off the iron boltings of the barely standing door, silencing her retort.

Faint colors danced across the dark building, streaming from stained, translucent portraits flickering with the swirling of the snow.
They ran, unhalted this time, sprinting through the side entrance and up the dangerously old wood steps.
Up and up and up, the incline drove spiraling along the stone walls of the tower. Blistering worn ropes hung to the floor, waiting dutifully for the metal voices to be rung again.

The pattern of panic took hold- bounding up steps, Heron would trip, she'd lift him, and they'd run again.

Something snapped.

Ember's foot fell on soft wood, then dropped to empty space. Her arm flew out on instinct, catching a groaning board. The step beneath her creaked, not fully gone, dangerously sloped, angling more. She kicked a panicked foot against it, fighting for footing.

Another shot fired.
The bells vibrated suddenly with the ping of the strike.

Heron hauled backward, claws digging into her wrist, she curled her own wretched ones into the wood.

Three more shots, rapid, deafening. Something hot lashed and singed her cheek.

They were on the steps now, torches flashing orange claws up the cobbled walls. Guns clicked, cocking.

She leaped in panic, yanking Heron after her, they both crashed over the gap and against the narrow steps before scrambling back up.

Sprinting up and up again, rounding the corner of the steps, she threw a glance down, to the side, and the flash of firelight met her eyes from the trained barrel of a gun.

Silence before the crack, she heard Heron inhale sharply.

Fire spat. Lead flew.

He lunged forward suddenly, slamming his elbow into her ribs.

Her lips met the hard stone of a window sill, pain jolted through her skull, accompanied by the awakening taste of blood. The wooden steps racked against her knees, a board punching her in the stomach.

Light streamed from the iron-laced window in front of her, glowing from the snow. Ember looped her arms around the handrail and yanked herself toward it, falling dizzy back against the edge of the stone.

Heron stumbled once up a last step and collapsed, wings shuddering, pressing a hand into his side.

The light of snow shone silver against thick blood.

"Heron!"

Another bullet split the stagnant air, shattering the window behind her head.

"Ember... promise you'll give them a chance. All of them."

A throbbing daze racked her skull from her stinging teeth, the winter air threatened to freeze the stream of blood to her chin.

Another gun cocked and leveled- she stared down the smoking, pitch-black pipe, gasping. Thoughts refused to register beneath panic's wild abandon.

Heron gave a sudden lunge, slamming his palms against her shoulders.
"Remember to give them a chance!"
Silver-white eyes were the last thing she saw before glass erupted around her, spiraling into a coating, biting lash of rushing snow.
She twisted in the air, wings flailing helplessly in her trance, a dark mass of feathers falling, engulfed by the blinding swirls of endless white.
 
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-Shade- said:
I got too overstimulated to proof read it about halfway through

The wind gushed the faded bells of the church tower, sending a haunted, ringing echo through the dark cobbled halls.
The silhouettes of weathered stone statues stood as sentinels in every room and hallway, sad faces streaming black erosion etched into their textures. Some with wings, others with stone halos, looking heavy with wear.
Ember drove her hands beneath the feet of Mother Mary, beating her wings against the stone dress of the carving, cracking black claws. The statue teetered once, then heaved back- the Harpy slammed against it again, sending a shocking jolt of pain through her wings.

"Ember-"
The shrill voice was drowned by the smashing of the statue against the ground- tiles shatter, bits of stone chipped from the carving. The half-burned wood door broke inward, snapping the rotted board that had been wedged across its boltings. The hinges shrieked, the fallen statue groaned, and the towering doors smacked against it.
A man cursed loudly from the other side, joined a moment later by the gun barrel wedged through the narrow gap.
The frozen stone stung her bare feet as Ember leaped away from the empty pedestal, racing across the debris-cuttered floor.
"Run!"
The word was cut short by the crack of a bullet through the dark hall. Somewhere beyond, a stained glass window shattered with the sound of twinkling shards.

Ember flinched violently and lunged for his hand, catching just above his wrist. Blue-grey wings fluttered once, spurring him to his feet as she hauled him forward, both breaking into a clumsy run.

A devouring hole gaped in the triangular ceiling above, open to the biting wind, which dumped a cutting cascade of snowflakes onto the mound of rubble barring the church's entrance hall. As they approached the heap, they slowed, painfully. The pale-featherd Harpy tripped and scrambled upright near constantly, cutting and bruising his dark skin. Dark wings shuddered violently as Ember snapped a panic-filled glance at the banging door.
"Hold on to me."
"No, I can-"

Another shot fired.
Ember wrapped her arms around his waist, pale wings squirming to find a position in her grip. A nearby board splintered as the bullet struck wide.
The sound of cold air sucking and throwing beneath the massive black wings echoed chillingly around the building's aged walls. Ember beat them fiercely, fighting to stay aloft with the weight. Snow lashed her vision as she lunged beneath the caved roof, blinded to what lay beyond the veil of white.

Another explosive gunshot.

Half-burned carpet kept her knees from shredding on the stone floor as she landed heavily, spilling her load. For a moment, the shifting of trembling feathers and the crying of wind-blown church bells were all that was heard until the scraping of the fallen statue and the slamming of the wooden doors continued.

Men cursed, wood snapped. Something metal clattered to the floor beyond the rubble.

She was on her feet again, legs screaming from the landing, and she scrambled to haul the other Harpy upright. Stone and rotten wooden timbers shifted, skidded, and clattered from the piled remains of the roof.

"The bell tower," Heron gasped, chest heaving as Ember dragged him forward through the threshold of the gathering room. One of the doors here lay fallen, smashed into the hard oak-wood rows of seats. The other clung onto rusted hindges.

"You can't-"
"Get to the bell tower!"
The bullet ricocheted off the iron boltings of the barely standing door, silencing her retort.

Faint colors danced across the dark building, streaming from stained, translucent portraits flickering with the swirling of the snow.
They ran, unhalted this time, sprinting through the side entrance and up the dangerously old wood steps.
Up and up and up, the incline drove spiraling along the stone walls of the tower. Blistering worn ropes hung to the floor, waiting dutifully for the metal voices to be rung again.

The pattern of panic took hold- bounding up steps, Heron would trip, she'd lift him, and they'd run again.

Something snapped.

Ember's foot fell on soft wood, then dropped to empty space. Her arm flew out on instinct, catching a groaning board. The step beneath her creaked, not fully gone, dangerously sloped, angling more. She kicked a panicked foot against it, fighting for footing.

Another shot fired.
The bells vibrated suddenly with the ping of the strike.

Heron hauled backward, claws digging into her wrist, she curled her own wretched ones into the wood.

Three more shots, rapid, deafening. Something hot lashed and singed her cheek.

They were on the steps now, torches flashing orange claws up the cobbled walls. Guns clicked, cocking.

She leaped in panic, yanking Heron after her, they both crashed over the gap and against the narrow steps before scrambling back up.

Sprinting up and up again, rounding the corner of the steps, she threw a glance down, to the side, and the flash of firelight met her eyes from the trained barrel of a gun.

Silence before the crack, she heard Heron inhale sharply.

Fire spat. Lead flew.

He lunged forward suddenly, slamming his elbow into her ribs.

Her lips met the hard stone of a window sill, pain jolted through her skull, accompanied by the awakening taste of blood. The wooden steps racked against her knees, a board punching her in the stomach.

Light streamed from the iron-laced window in front of her, glowing from the snow. Ember looped her arms around the handrail and yanked herself toward it, falling dizzy back against the edge of the stone.

Heron stumbled once up a last step and collapsed, wings shuddering, pressing a hand into his side.

The light of snow shone silver against thick blood.

"Heron!"

Another bullet split the stagnant air, shattering the window behind her head.

"Ember... give them a chance. All of them."

A throbbing daze racked her skull from her stinging teeth, the winter air threatened to freeze the stream of blood to her chin.

Another gun cocked and leveled- she stared down the smoking, pitch-black pipe, gasping. Thoughts refused to register beneath panic's wild abandon.

Heron gave a sudden lunge, slamming his palms against her shoulders.
"Remember to give them a chance!"
Silver-white eyes were the last thing she saw before glass erupted around her, spiraling into a coating, biting lash of falling snow.
She twisted in the air, wings flailing helplessly in her trance, a dark mass of feathers falling, engulfed by the blinding swirls of endless white.
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Yessss backstories, this was good. :pop
And I may know nothing about Heron but I sure do love his color palette lol.
 
RDchicken99 said:
Vhanya nodded, satisfied with the report, “yes, yes you should.” She turned her head, watching another group of crewmates descend, “Jintao and Bailey can share a cabin, as well as you and Lyra. Understood?”
Her tail flicked, she glanced side-long at Ember, “I’d reckon you were excited, save for that expression on your face.”
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She clenched her teeth.
"Understood."
She didn't answer the Captain's second comment, turning, instead, and pacing sharply across the deck in search of the first mate.

@RDchicken99
@Lacy Duckwing
 
RDchicken99 said:
Yessss backstories, this was good. :pop
And I may know nothing about Heron but I sure do love his color palette lol.
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I love describing character appearances so here-

Heron had grey-blue wings that were lighter and bluer underneath, halfway dark skin (idk what the tone is technically considered... it's like that perfect halfway between pale and dark), and very dark brown, almost black hair. Since he was blind, his eyes were almost silvery white.

This one piece with him was supposed to be fast-paced, so I didn't have time to describe his appearance.
 
-Shade- said:
I love describing character appearances so here-

Heron had grey-blue wings that were lighter and bluer underneath, halfway dark skin (idk what the tone is technically considered... it's like that perfect halfway between pale and dark), and very dark brown, almost black hair. Since he was blind, his eyes were almost silvery white.

This one piece with him was supposed to be fast-paced, so I didn't have time to describe his appearance.
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(Brown skin?
Medium skin?
Medium-brown skin?)
 
-Shade- said:
I got too overstimulated to proof read it about halfway through

The wind gushed the faded bells of the church tower, sending a haunted, ringing echo through the dark cobbled halls.
The silhouettes of weathered stone statues stood as sentinels in every room and hallway, sad faces streaming black erosion etched into their textures. Some with wings, others with stone halos, looking heavy with wear.
Ember drove her hands beneath the feet of Mother Mary, beating her wings against the stone dress of the carving, cracking black claws. The statue teetered once, then heaved back- the Harpy slammed against it again, sending a shocking jolt of pain through her wings.

"Ember-"
The shrill voice was drowned by the smashing of the statue against the ground- tiles shatter, bits of stone chipped from the carving. The half-burned wood door broke inward, snapping the rotted board that had been wedged across its boltings. The hinges shrieked, the fallen statue groaned, and the towering doors smacked against it.
A man cursed loudly from the other side, joined a moment later by the gun barrel wedged through the narrow gap.
The frozen stone stung her bare feet as Ember leaped away from the empty pedestal, racing across the debris-cuttered floor.
"Run!"
The word was cut short by the crack of a bullet through the dark hall. Somewhere beyond, a stained glass window shattered with the sound of twinkling shards.

Ember flinched violently and lunged for his hand, catching just above his wrist. Blue-grey wings fluttered once, spurring him to his feet as she hauled him forward, both breaking into a clumsy run.

A devouring hole gaped in the triangular ceiling above, open to the biting wind, which dumped a cutting cascade of snowflakes onto the mound of rubble barring the church's entrance hall. As they approached the heap, they slowed, painfully. The pale-featherd Harpy tripped and scrambled upright near constantly, cutting and bruising his dark skin. Dark wings shuddered violently as Ember snapped a panic-filled glance at the banging door.
"Hold on to me."
"No, I can-"

Another shot fired.
Ember wrapped her arms around his waist, pale wings squirming to find a position in her grip. A nearby board splintered as the bullet struck wide.
The sound of cold air sucking and throwing beneath the massive black wings echoed chillingly around the building's aged walls. Ember beat them fiercely, fighting to stay aloft with the weight. Snow lashed her vision as she lunged beneath the caved roof, blinded to what lay beyond the veil of white.

Another explosive gunshot.

Half-burned carpet kept her knees from shredding on the stone floor as she landed heavily, spilling her load. For a moment, the shifting of trembling feathers and the crying of wind-blown church bells were all that was heard until the scraping of the fallen statue and the slamming of the wooden doors continued.

Men cursed, wood snapped. Something metal clattered to the floor beyond the rubble.

She was on her feet again, legs screaming from the landing, and she scrambled to haul the other Harpy upright. Stone and rotten wooden timbers shifted, skidded, and clattered from the piled remains of the roof.

"The bell tower," Heron gasped, chest heaving as Ember dragged him forward through the threshold of the gathering room. One of the doors here lay fallen, smashed into the hard oak-wood rows of seats. The other clung onto rusted hindges.

"You can't-"
"Get to the bell tower!"
The bullet ricocheted off the iron boltings of the barely standing door, silencing her retort.

Faint colors danced across the dark building, streaming from stained, translucent portraits flickering with the swirling of the snow.
They ran, unhalted this time, sprinting through the side entrance and up the dangerously old wood steps.
Up and up and up, the incline drove spiraling along the stone walls of the tower. Blistering worn ropes hung to the floor, waiting dutifully for the metal voices to be rung again.

The pattern of panic took hold- bounding up steps, Heron would trip, she'd lift him, and they'd run again.

Something snapped.

Ember's foot fell on soft wood, then dropped to empty space. Her arm flew out on instinct, catching a groaning board. The step beneath her creaked, not fully gone, dangerously sloped, angling more. She kicked a panicked foot against it, fighting for footing.

Another shot fired.
The bells vibrated suddenly with the ping of the strike.

Heron hauled backward, claws digging into her wrist, she curled her own wretched ones into the wood.

Three more shots, rapid, deafening. Something hot lashed and singed her cheek.

They were on the steps now, torches flashing orange claws up the cobbled walls. Guns clicked, cocking.

She leaped in panic, yanking Heron after her, they both crashed over the gap and against the narrow steps before scrambling back up.

Sprinting up and up again, rounding the corner of the steps, she threw a glance down, to the side, and the flash of firelight met her eyes from the trained barrel of a gun.

Silence before the crack, she heard Heron inhale sharply.

Fire spat. Lead flew.

He lunged forward suddenly, slamming his elbow into her ribs.

Her lips met the hard stone of a window sill, pain jolted through her skull, accompanied by the awakening taste of blood. The wooden steps racked against her knees, a board punching her in the stomach.

Light streamed from the iron-laced window in front of her, glowing from the snow. Ember looped her arms around the handrail and yanked herself toward it, falling dizzy back against the edge of the stone.

Heron stumbled once up a last step and collapsed, wings shuddering, pressing a hand into his side.

The light of snow shone silver against thick blood.

"Heron!"

Another bullet split the stagnant air, shattering the window behind her head.

"Ember... give them a chance. All of them."

A throbbing daze racked her skull from her stinging teeth, the winter air threatened to freeze the stream of blood to her chin.

Another gun cocked and leveled- she stared down the smoking, pitch-black pipe, gasping. Thoughts refused to register beneath panic's wild abandon.

Heron gave a sudden lunge, slamming his palms against her shoulders.
"Remember to give them a chance!"
Silver-white eyes were the last thing she saw before glass erupted around her, spiraling into a coating, biting lash of falling snow.
She twisted in the air, wings flailing helplessly in her trance, a dark mass of feathers falling, engulfed by the blinding swirls of endless white.
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(Well that kept me on the edge of my seat. I wish I could have kept reading. :love)
 
-Shade- said:
@Lacy Duckwing
@RDchicken99

I'm considering having my third character join Fitz and the other guy on the King's ship- could you give me an idea of how and where I can do that?
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(I looked up his form in the Archives. Isn't the Centaur compond where @Blue Raptor's character is that is eventually going to be brought onto the ship both Liam and Fritz going to be on? You could possibly keep him at the compound until Aerie is brought over, or, he could either be sent or just go ahead of Aerie and land on the ship to prepare it (or ensure it's ready) for Aerie to come aboard.)
 

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