(okay then, ithink we can start! First post coing up...)
~Official starting point~
The air hung thickly in the small village of Etsio. A beam of silvery moonlight stretched out over the streets and small houses, giving them a dim glow. The royal blue sky lay starless. The only audible sound was the screams and wails of mothers and children in distress. Many large wings stretched out over the streets, casting shadows across them. Almost at once the shadows transformed into two legged figures...the mord sith, their tight red suits framing their slim figures. In their hands they held rod like weapons, unsheathing them as they neared the villagers. Mothers gripped their children, their eyes wide with fear. Like predators the Mord sith pounced forwards and immediately struck the women and men protecting their children with their agiel's, making them cry out in pain as their bodies shook violently with the pressure. The children cried, their eyes as round as owls as the Mord Sith took down mothers and fathers, gaining on the young girls.
“To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”