04-18-2007, 02:16 PM
Olia shook her head slowly as she reached around to her back "How crude..." Her claws made easy work of cutting her flesh in a small angular symbol onto her shoulder blade. As soon as the diagram representing flight was in place, ghostly wings came into existence. Only pale imitations of the real thing, she had to be careful not to damage them. But time is no issue... She added mentally.