An 18-year-old girl walked across the ring bridge. she tried to hide her face as she took step after step over the infrastructure of the Dyson rings. a deep pit of exposed pipes, electrical wiring, and service scaffold. Her long wing-like membranes gave her the appearance of wearing a cloak. her long feather-like antennae were brushed back, hidden under her hood. she made it through the Ring 7 border gate and was home free. she walked slightly faster towards the center of the district. Her eyes were a solid, reflective black. her moth-like appearance had driven many people away so she tried her best to hide from the world. The moth-girl walked her way between houses and over the artificial hills. as she walked into a park she sat down under a children's playset. she hid and began to sob. she had nowhere to go, and no one to talk to. There was a loud *BOOM* and the playset was suddenly gone from overhead, a horde of people dressed in various clothing came surging through the trees and shot several volleys of vibrant red plasma. a girl with cat-like legs and pointed, fur-covered ears poked up from her short brown hair. her mask was an off-white cream color and had two dark abyss-like wells for eyes, and two dark slits to allow for smelling "Come on, we need to get you outa here!" she yelled offering a hand. The moth-girl reluctantly took it and followed the woman to a couple hiding behind a tree. "Damn extremists. this is their first terrorism attack in weeks, and it's much larger than last time." She looked over and saw a boy with scruffy brown hair, and a large black sweater, in his arms was a shorter, slightly heavier girl with blonde-tipped hair and tears streaming down her face. The boy looked up and saw the moth-girl, hiding behind her hood, and wrapped in her cape-like wing membranes.
"HEY!" Doswic yelled at the moth girl. She shyly looked up, her big black eyes tearing up in fear. "W-what?" she said still trying to hide her face. Doswic sighed. "Do you know how to fight?" he asked impatiently, "I don't want to, but I can." She said, pulling her hood tighter. "Well, these idiots are going to kill a lot of people if we don't take care of them!" Doswic occasionally poked up from behind his slab of aircrete to shoot a rebel. She nodded, but as the moth-like girl got up to go fight, she lowered her head to Doswic's, "I'm Yoru," He smiled and nodded. "Doswic, now go get 'em."200Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0fsegFSodJ
She smiled and ran out, unfurling her fuzzy wings she soared into the air and then dived into two of the men with guns. Yoru was a blur, stabbing and hitting with hard sticks and occasionally flying up and back down she was a master, Doswic wandered where she had learned it.200Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpSDuSOL1c
