Eleventh LightCreatures of the Light
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##### Eleventh Light #####
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The night is like ice
Cold to the measure of no mercy
Smell of blood and metal lingering very much
Coloring the city of dull, marks of the deal.
The head starts to move up, revealing its inhuman features. Something dark is hovering over its cheeks, but I do not get the chance to see the rest of the creature when a sound distracts us, alarming it to slide back to wherever it came from as I look away for a split second to see who is coming.
I notice the shoes first. They are the shade of black, made of pelt, and slick. The legs are covered in a dark pair of pants, long and up to the height of the waist. Deep umbrage of scarlet clings over the slender yet stiff torso
