03-27-2008, 05:11 PM
One of the halfbreeds up on the stage was hiding her face in her hands; her nails were sharp, although some had visibly been bitten or broken, and it looked like her arms were wings; they had feathers over them, as well as some brushing against the floor as they hung from her arms. Her brown hair was messy and dirty, her skin was scuffed with dirt, and her clothes - a long black-brown skirt with a shortsleeved shirt - were torn up. She had some feathers on the sides of her head, and she had no visible ears. She also had a somewhat-matted bird-tail tucked under her feet; it was apparent they weren't supposed to bend that way from how several looked broken.
She peeked between her fingers, her pale brown eyes visibly rattled, before hiding behind her hands again.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?