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Post by DragonWarrior on Jun 28, 2017 18:27:34 GMT -5
The angel was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the wide busy and noisy city. The angel was male and named Tyson, he was the single guardian of this town. He has always been here, protecting these mortals from beasts they could not see and he planned on always being here. Though sometimes it was lonely. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his already messy looking blonde hair and he stood, stretching. After which he let out his white wings ad lifted into the air, flying around making sure no one was in trouble. Tyson was a figure dressed in pure white clothing, his skin a nice bronze, and eyes a stunning caramel color.
After flying around for a while, he landed in the central park, where they was a festival going on, loud and bright. Grinning, he walked to a tree, climbed it and sat over looking the party.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 28, 2017 18:55:29 GMT -5
Twenty one year old Marie Jackson wa just finishing off a cigarette with a low huff. Why was she even at this festival? Her date had stood her up and it wasn't like she had much of a safety net to fall back on. Her brown eyes narrowed a little while she pushed back her brown hair for a second. That was when she could look around to see all the happy people. Maybe it would have been nice to be one of them, but she was only a half demon living among mortals. She grit her teeth for a moment as she started to walk to where the crowds were thinner and the air was more clear. It was almost like she could think again. Of course she couldn't help tensing up at the thought of another presence with her.
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jun 28, 2017 21:27:17 GMT -5
Another presence, one that wasn't human was nearby. As soon as Tyson felt another magic, he tensed up and flew from the tree, his eye scanning the surrounding area for the source. When his eyes finally found it, he narrowed his eyes dangerously. A demon. Darting forward, he landed a few feet in front of the demon, a ball of energy appearing in his hand. "Who are you?" He demanded.
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