by wolfrunner » Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:08 am
The dark figure was almost invisible against the nighttime sky. Her textured black suit hiding her well with the exceptions of when light from below would catch it, setting it reflective with a purple sheen. Aside from the sheen the only other thing that gave the figure away was a pair of bright green eyes. The figure crouched low before leaping off her precarious perch to be bombarded with a rush of crisp night air her. After letting her body freefall for a few moments the masked teen reacted letting her conscious kick in. Twisting her body mid air the masked girl willed herself to pull up again and straighten out in the air. She soared through the night air dipping low enough over the sleeping City of Love to see any trouble that may pop up. Of course her keen eyesight did help. Though that didn't stop her from pulling a few stunts with street lamps or tumbling, racing accross roof tops here and there.
The green eyed figure lived for this part of the day. While the rest of Paris called it a night and curled up peacefully in their beds when the sun went down, the dark figure jumped over silent rooftops and flew through the crisp cool air. The figure didn't dare to stop and look in on the inhabitants of the homes she jumped and did clips or cartwheels over for as much as a temptation as it was. It was an effort not to perch on someone's windowsill to check up on the sleep on residents of Paris, but necessary effort. Crows perching on windowsills was not historically a sign considered as a gift by people. Regardless of intent or truthfully fact it was not something the dark figure wanted on it's concious. So the figure relied more on her innate danger radar to find trouble, or else passed on by harmlessly.
Eventually the feathered figure started to feel the need to stop and allowed her body to drop mid flight. The green eyed bird twisted her body before touching down on top of a mostly flat roof. "Nailed it Miraculous style! Another perfect ten!", the masked dark figure declared as if she was being scored by a panel of judges. Grinning pleased with herself from her performance the feathered heroine walked over to cast her gaze over the edge of the roof. Heaving herself up onto the precarious ledge to let her legs dangle off the edge, the feathered heroine took a breath staring out over the lit Parisian skyline before her.
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wolfrunner on Mon Aug 14, 2017 6:46 am, edited 1 time in total.