Darken paths spread before, a mist in which the monsters hid, covered by refuse, blinded by unbreachable shadows, lost souls wandered as the soft whispering wind, scintillant lights distance from all sources of hope, living wreckages lost of meek will, alleys of human walls, boarders of incorporeal night, twisted by greed, only forward to brilliant arcs twitching in justices' deceit.
Tiffaney wasn't generally in the habit of speaking poetically but she tried her hand at the sport. There was a poor person trapped in a broken crate. He was breathing so that was enough for the noble, as several youths tried to snatch the girl while she searched for her partner. For a few moments, lightning arced from her hands as she tapped the approaching people. They expected the darkness to make it easy to sneak up and grab her failing to know that the intended prey could easily see them coming.
