In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Oct 12, 2010 17:11:36 GMT -4
Hop hop hop hop hop
An obsidian black rabbit twitched his nose in the air as he hopped along the town like any other cuddly rabbit. His furry tail twitched as he approached an ally away from the eyes of other people. Such dark narrow places were his sense of refuge to exert and express.
The cute bunny reverted on two legs. His cute charm diminished into a grim unhappy face; even his white face tinted with the wrinkles of his brown as he pulled out a paintbrush. The colors on the brick walls were vivid and bright like his memory; there were rainbows and sunshine with happy singing flowers and birds. He painted a happy land before black ink splattered on the walls as chaotic as Pollic.
With a low gibberish growl, his fingers twitched in anguish. The ink drawings began to squirm as the drawings forced themsevles from their two dimensional prison. Out from the wall came heartless many of them, but they slowly collected in the ally.
Wiggling back down on fours and whisking his tool away, Olly hopped away like a frantic frightened animal. The ally began to grow dark and menacing before the darkness leaked out in the First District.
