- l l Avis l l -
[color=white]Dreams only come true if you shape them,
then fate does the rest.
It was cold, Avis, a dark haired girl with black wings was sitting in her cage quietly staring off to the rows and rows of cages. She could feel the cold chains around her hands and feet, rubbing up against her wrists and ankles every time she moved a muscle. She'd felt that all her life, she always stared in wonder at the piece of paper hanging down from the cage. She never did learn how to read, but the sign always interested her. She always wondered what it was, Do not touch? Something like that? She thought, blinking sleepily.
