

Broken Wings - chapter 2"Anything?"Broken Wings - chapter 2
"Nothing yet." Castor nodded, continuing to peer out over the sea, watching the occasional cloud float overhead. He and Pollux stood perched on a large rock jutting out from the waves, staring at the sky in search of the flying boy that the Limping Angel had described. Castor shuffled back slightly as a wave crashed against his legs, threatening to make him lose his balance. Beside him, Pollux lowered himself to a sitting position on the flat rock, his brother raising his eyebrows slightly as he watched. "You'll get drenched sitting there," Castor pointed out, as
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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer ;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
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"Because perfection isn't a word used by robots, but a human illusion."
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Mikayla- Two tailed fox....clothes always clash!
Max- Weird guy....two tailed fox
Mark- Mikayla's son...kinda off beat...Always into trouble one way or another...
Mitsy- Mikayla's daughter...quiet but normally helps Mark in his weird schemes.
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No Excuse to be so Callous.
~*Baryl*~
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"Good or bad, you're still a person."
"Make new friends, but keep the old...one is silver, the other is gold........."
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