She's perched on the edge of a building roof. One foot rests on the edge while the other has a squirming creature on its grip. She holds it over the edge as it bites and growls, terror in its multifaceted eyes. She simply relaxes her grip and let's it fall to the ground. Splat.

"Even within this city, there are things like that. How disgusting."

"A structure consisting of strips of wood or metal crossed and fastened together with square or diamond-shaped spaces left between, used as a screen or fence or as a support for climbing plants. It may also refer to any structures built in that manner."

"I shall be Terror. My footsteps shall be silence, my voice the wind, my body the earth. With terrible jaws, I will crack the bones of the Enemy and devour the marrow. With great strength, I shall grind them to paste and smear their wretched forms into the dirt."

A yawn. The fact she does not have a mouth or lungs does nothing to stop the fact that she yawns.

She softly hums, sitting upon the curb. Next to her is a horrific car crash, both vehicles crushed beyond recognition. She has her wings wrapped around two bloody figures, their hands intertwined. "And so shall they return to the Wheel. The spark is dimmed, but never blown out."

[I come back to the TL to see MARA. Nice.]

She's perched upon a power pole, squatting as her wings lazily flex. A soft hum leaves her, drifting through air like the wind.

"Sing and let your voice mix with the wind. Sing and let the earth drink deep your words. Sing and know that within you is the Divine Spark. There is no great power than that of Self Will."

She takes to the skies, flying above the city lights. The angel hunts, her wings silent as they carry her through the air. The land beneath her turns into a blur, the angel becoming a shooting star that streaks across the night sky.

On The Nature of Angels Read: tl.gd/n_1sqpooi

"Mrm. The cold air is refreshing."

"አንድ ሕግ ብቻ ነው ያለው. ያ ሕግ የዓመፅ ሕግ ነው. ብጥብጥ አንድ ሰው መለኮት ሊሆን የሚችልበት ጥበብ ነው. የሐሰት አማልክትን አስወግድ. ዙፋኖቻቸውን ወደ አመድ ይለውጧቸው."

She hums softly, watching the streets below.

There's the harsh of bone being broken, followed by a sickening gurgling sound. The dark interior of her torso bubbles like hot tar before settling.

/Slightly/ offended.

A hum echoes through the air, followed by the soft beat of great wings. She has taken to the skies again, looking down upon the earth to once again appreciate her role within the great Wheel of Creation.

"/. . . . . . ./"