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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 19, 2010 18:03:53 GMT -5
As the last echoes of Wreckage's retreating footfalls fade away into the bowels of the ship, Skystrike cycles her vents in a long, heavy sigh. She slouches further, broad wings blocking out light til all that was visible against the shadowy blues was the dim glow of her optics and the red highlights they cast on her face.
The sight of Wreckage returning to his original form had been breath-takingly beautiful, but... he'd shed her wings and had promptly fled.
It didn't make sense. The seeker frowns darkly at her hands, trying to fit the pieces together in the hopes of making a vaguely decipherable picture. If not this way then how?
The only answer seemed to the be the mess hall's hollow silence.
OOC: Wrap up!
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