I'm here... now what? Thought a boy that looked to be seventeen. black leathery looking wings came out of his shoulder blades, and the shirt he wore was ripped in the back that were two large holes so his wings could fit through. Red eyes looked over the land before him. Do I just stay here, trapped?... the police look for me... Tarver looks for me... which one would I choose to find me?... my father, or the cops? His eyes looked down, with sadness in them.
Salena says Tarver my father wants me dead, he killed my mother, the cops are after me because I nearly killed a boy... he thought deeper, his mind swirling, and sadness with it. One of these people will find me sooner or later, I'm not going to be safe here all the time.
His hair was pulled in a low ponytail, since he had a bit of it, but it still blew around his head. The sun was not up, so he didn't have to wear his black cloak to protect him from him, but still he was angry that he didn't bring it, just in case the sun decides to come up. But the sky was dark and gloomy, and it was very cold, but no snow fell.
Salena says Tarver my father wants me dead, he killed my mother, the cops are after me because I nearly killed a boy... he thought deeper, his mind swirling, and sadness with it. One of these people will find me sooner or later, I'm not going to be safe here all the time.
His hair was pulled in a low ponytail, since he had a bit of it, but it still blew around his head. The sun was not up, so he didn't have to wear his black cloak to protect him from him, but still he was angry that he didn't bring it, just in case the sun decides to come up. But the sky was dark and gloomy, and it was very cold, but no snow fell.