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Fantasia Echo
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Date Posted: 17:34:08 03/25/04 Thu
/art/m/e/melinagil/evilaust.jpg) <{The fallen angel of pale complexion was spotten standing against the pebbled wall, little to no care given to already bloody, useless wings. The black feathers were crumpled, torn, missing or otherwise covered in blood, the muscle supporting them torn, the flesh under and even bone reflected against the pure ebony of the night. Lute strung over back, nestled between wings, never stained by blood but yet haunted by the looming black above it.
Eyes, like two black coals smoothed and set into the features of this fallen angel stood out in the near-white face, standing out in a painfully obvious, empty gaze, locking onto everyones and seething pity. Voice rarely spoke, when it did, the silk voice cracked with emotion and the sense of helplessness.
Ageless creature was odd, not even really having exsisted, not having been around for eighty or hundred or even thousand years' time. He was not even real as you would talk to him.
Shouldn't even be called a 'he.' The etheral wonder was just a person that looked to be male in this pretend exsistance. Face was masculin, emotions femme. A symphony of both sides of life.
Name was not mistaked; Fantasia Echo, the echo of the fantasy life he'd once led...}>
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