QuinnDarkheart

12th day of Angst, in the 435th year of the Age of Shadow, at 45:16 Night in Skythorne are nothing like the days. It's times when the five moons rule the inky star littered sky that the Dusk have power, and those who perfer to remain unkown do their work, stalking through the shadows cast by the mountain city. Specter was one of those. Looking at this noctornal hunter, one wouldn't think he would be adept at the work he did, dressed from head to toe in white, from his wide brimmed magician's hat down to his pale leather boots. His long over coat was almost transparent, at times more so. Yet he moved through the shadows with the ease tha

Blood and Sinew, Flesh and Bone Take them apart, leave me alone Pullout my eyes, and still I will see Cut off my ears, i will hear clearly Remove my mouth, and I will call out Slice off my fingers, and I feel without doubt For all of these are not me To them I owe nothing For as long as FAITH is I will keep my Soul.

Patterns are the signatures of God, letting us as mortals know that he does indeed exist ans that we are indeed his children. Even in suposed 'chaos' we can find greater patterns.