Sangre

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The clan calls her Sangre-- a bit of a mouthful, to be honest-- but you're not sure what to make of that (especially since she can't seem pronounce the name herself).


Her eyes aren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. There's something odd about her body--it's seamless. Smooth. Too smooth. The segments of her wings shimmer and fluctuate, often giving way, and sometimes, the clan members can see something, as if through a pane of stained glass, just beyond...


«GREETINGS.»


Are you hearing the voice aloud or in your mind? It resonates on a strange frequency.


«I AM SNGR. I COLLECT X-RAY DATA AND CREATE IMAGING SOFTWARE. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE. MOVE ALONG.»


You're still curious, but you feel compelled to move on anyway.


. . .


Why did you come here, again?

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