The Gothic city breeze peacefully swayed the trees the half eclipsed crescent sickle of the ancient moon lording itself over the godforsaken city. The distant cries of anguish peeked through every deserted corner, the sorrow of burnt out cars and abandoned buildings averted any hope which attempted to prevail from within the darkness.
Kurt, the Paragon of Power idly sat atop of a building having recently left an encounter with @honor_girl where he had stopped a horrific kidnapper from stealing an innocent child, she had thought for some peculiar reason this was a bad thing. Sitting down, hunched up with his right knee pressed against his green chest his chin resting upon his right knee simply looking into the distance.
His emerald bow placed to his side, his left palm resting upon his quiver of verdant arrows. He closed his eyes, tranquilly taking in a few moments of rare peace within his local area.
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