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In the depths of Ireland sat an old, dank, gothic looking castle which was so close to decrepit it was deemed uninhabitable. On the northern steps of said castle paced a small black feline; purple tilted eyes, now mind you this was no lilac purple but a deep dark purple that stood out against the black fur, and when the feline tilted her head, the eyes would flash only instantly. A single lit torch showed that this cat was not alone, but accompanied by another animal, a pure white wolf. Suddenly the cat’s body begun to change; the bones molded together, growing in length and the body began to stand on two feet. Within seconds a pale wispy young woman stood where the feline had just been. She had ravens wing black hair, cut just below her ears like a boy, and were it not for the apparel she wore she would be mistaken for a guy. A tight black tank top molded to the chest that she barely had, almost a C cup but not really, showing off her toned stomach muscles. Clinging to her bony hips were tight leather pants, only a size two, though she would have preferred if she were a bit meatier. On her impish feet she wore combat boots, that made her feet look huge, and since it was a chilly night she wore a female trench coat to cover her shoulders. This trench coat only stopped a couple of inches above her ankles, and although it bothered her she did not feel like getting sick. The white wolf that had sat silently watching her transformation, once it was complete began to follow her lead. His bones began forming, they became much wider then the females, making his body that of a broad, fully grown male. Given one look you could say that he was indeed, the textbook exact opposite of the girl. A tan complexion, his hair was a pure almost white blonde and his eyes were not dark at all but and electric, pure blue. His outfit might as well be opposite too. A white tee-shirt molded to a six packed chest, along with white pants and shoes. Talk about bright, the trench coat he wore against the cold was a light yellow, and stopped right near his knees. Now time for introductions yes? The female is Yumikra Rose Chinita; or Yumi for short. She was the mistress of the dark element. Controlling shadows was her best trick, although not her best power. As for her brother, Deonte Michael Chinita was the master of the light element. His best thing was blinding people. Yumi was a nineteen year old, pessimistic, rude, trouble making girl. While Deonte who had recently turned twenty-two was of course; was the exact opposite stern with his sister but a perfect gentleman to anyone else and never too controlling for that would send Yumi off the deep end. Except this wasn’t the exact truth about them. |
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