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Everything dies. it’s a fact of life. Nothing last forever it always returns to dust in the end. The rules of death and life are not eluded by Planets, and it was only right that after a time earth should die.

That night the city felt it. Felt Earth giving out slow sickly, struggling breathes. The city was restless.
Its air was filled with smoke, and the unrelenting heat the sun burned down on them giving them only a few hours of cold darkness. More then anything they could feel there time becoming shorter and it brought them into a frenzied crazed panic.
Name: Dante
Age: Unknown
Race: The angel of death
Weapons: Scythe
Magic: Psychic, Dark magic, and the ability to take souls
History: Unknown
Personality: Sadistic, cold, loner
Other: he has pet crows, and wolves
For Dante it was a moment he was waiting for. He could feel the fear and panic in the night air. It was the only reason he would come to a forsaken dying piece of rock. For death and all its glory. The beauty of watching the struggle for survival and a harsh changing world. The earth could have them for now to bring them down with her as she willed. His time would come soon enough.
Name: Lalidia
Age: ...
Race: Shadow Demon
Weapons: Dark metal long sword and daggers
Magic biggrin ark magic
History: Unknown
Personality: Cold to other, shy, quiet, keep herself to herself
He sat on top of an old church building. Forgotten, vandalized, and rundown. He stared at the glowing red moon it reflected in his eyes. Once in a while he would hear the rampant frantic chaos of the town in the streets. He smiled reveling his fangs. Nights like theses were wonderful, and the days ahead would be even more so, but part of him would miss nights like theses when it was all over and done
At the center of a graveyard lies a brittle looking willow tree, once it morned for the death in it's green tinted tear shaped leaves. Now though it lies, dead like the people around it.
Upon one of it's thick branches sat a girl. her wings folded around her as she slept. One hand on her dagger and the other on top of that.
Name: Style
Age: She seems wise beyond her years...
Race: Human
Weapons: Two diamond swords crossed over her back encrusted with emeralds
Magic: Fire and Healing
History: Haunting....
Personality: Mysterious and enigmatic, it seems no matter how much time you spend with her, you never quite fully know her...
Other: Flaming red hair that cascades in silken waves past her shoulders, big and bright emerald green eyes, deep tan, wear black, form fitting clothes. She looks good in them too.
Style closed her eyes in silent appreciation of what might possibly be her last night. The screams fell and faded away into nothingness, and once again she opened herself spiritually to the stars and moon above, seeking peace and calmness in them. She raised her chin, graceful neck stretched, as she took in the serenity of it all. The earth was dying...she didn't know how much longer she had to live. And so with her soul she groped out to the stars above, seeking guidance...she needed some way of knowing she would be protected.

Anxious Baby

name:: zenya
age:: 16
weapon::fangs, very hard hooves
race: biggrin ox
magic:: demonic hunger to devour anything too threatening to her existence
appearance:: looks just like ava
history:: her family was dragons and took in a sister who was a fox. They became strong enough to leave and left to find their own life. Along the way, the two sisters became separated by a huge war. Both thinks that the other is dead but carries a small glimmer of hope that she is alive and that she will find her again.


*She walks in leisurly. Her hooves kick up small dust clouds in the path she walks on. She looks up at the sky in thought. This dying place gave her little refuge but somehow she manages to survive each day...each living hell. The stars reminded her of the starbeeltes in her homeland. Silently she keeps walking.*
((OOC: is anyone going to rp or should i just leave?))

Anxious Baby

She came upon the willow tree in the cemetry and looked up at the girl asleep in its branches. Deciding it was okay to rest she sat propped against the tree's trunk. The bark crumbled a little under her touch.

Anxious Baby

She watched the dark figure leap down from the church and enter it quietly. She knew she should not interfere; that she could be killed, but her curiosity got the better of her and with uncanny speed and stealth she slunk beside the church doors. She glanced inside and looked for the shadow holding the sythe with a death-like sheen to it.
Stiring slightly her wings shuffled beneather her. Slowly her eyes began to open, and her wings unfolded from around her, allowing for the red moon to greet her.
Removing the sleep from her eyes she continued to look up and admire the cloudness like, she could sense it, the end was coming, yet she cared not.
standing up she stretched her wings, shaking the dew that was beginning to build up on them and stiffening them. Looking around she smiled slightly, why should she care if the world was to die when she herself was surrounded by the dead?
Style took a deep breath, and decided perhaps there would be no more comfort for tonight. She stood and brushed some dust away from her, wondering what everyone else was doing. She walked calmly, despite the chaos about her. She even thought she saw a sinister figure enter a church...but it didn't surprise her. What else could be expected in these times? It tore at her heart that millions were dying...but what could she do? The air was ripe with fear, it was enough to sicken the sences. And so she watched calmly, wondering dimly if in these times if it was worth trying to comfort the scared...

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