We are the pilots [OPEN]
Who: Starscream and anyone else who wants to bend the Plains outside of the Whirlwinds.
What: A small group of artists leave their mark.
Where: The edge of the North District.
When: Monday morning.
Warnings: None
Like before, like that time. He stands on the edge of it all, Nautilus behind him, possibility in front of him. He doesn't wait. They will come. They will follow, if they want. He needs to get it rolling, anyway.
Shuttering his optics and feeling for it. Extending the image, bending, projecting it. If they listen, they can see it too. Like before, what Nautilus told him.
A place to fly.
Endless grassy plains. Distant mountains. Dotted with trees and windmills.
Most importantly; open skies. For himself. For all the winged and flighty creatures of the city. Sky.
It doesn't come easy, but it isn't as hard as it once was... And there- the wind starts to pick up. Now, all he needs is more power. More wills. The collective.
What: A small group of artists leave their mark.
Where: The edge of the North District.
When: Monday morning.
Warnings: None
Like before, like that time. He stands on the edge of it all, Nautilus behind him, possibility in front of him. He doesn't wait. They will come. They will follow, if they want. He needs to get it rolling, anyway.
Shuttering his optics and feeling for it. Extending the image, bending, projecting it. If they listen, they can see it too. Like before, what Nautilus told him.
A place to fly.
Endless grassy plains. Distant mountains. Dotted with trees and windmills.
Most importantly; open skies. For himself. For all the winged and flighty creatures of the city. Sky.
It doesn't come easy, but it isn't as hard as it once was... And there- the wind starts to pick up. Now, all he needs is more power. More wills. The collective.