Heavenly Father where are you...
They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Esabel of the Rain had taken those steps, for land and liege – for here people. The journey had been long, more than a thousand miles - they never told her it ended in this god forsaken desert...
(OOC: Hey sorry for writing so much back story bullshit. The important stuff is at the bottom, I wrote it realized what I had done and damn well didn't want to delete it all so, yeah you can skip to "---That lead us to this moment---" The main bullet point is Miss Olive Culpepper is the leader...
Among the constant din that echoed through the industrial belly he stood, his arm outstretched theatrically for what seemed like an eon. He kicked at the sleeping man with his prosthetic, he snored on; chest heaving like he's been influence through osmosis by one of the vast machines that...
The copper weaved the horizon into dark highways of pipes layered infinitely until they lost individuality, yet he drew. The people followed examples set by the pipes, walking in cramped highways of there own, soot covered thrice over and stripped of their spirit, yet he drew. With a stolen...
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