Sparrow quietly walked down the street. She was cold but refused to wear a jacket. She felt her warm black wings pressed against her back as she walked, her only source of warmth was her wings. Her long obsidian hair cascaded down her back between her shoulder blades where her wings protruded from.

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Phantom Puppet quietly wound around trees. Her feet leaving no sound as she took steps, her mask was pulled over her face so her eyes were glowing through the black holes so they were just pure white circles in the eye sockets.