Sean's grappling hook latched onto the<span style="font-style: italic">Nightingale</span>as it careened towards the floating city. Mech rushed over to the steering wheel and spun it hard to the left. The small vessel skidded sharply against the runway, sparks flying from its belly. Mech's world was disoriented, sky, ground, sky, ground, and then sky again. He fell, twirling like a snowflake in a storm. Then his shoulder hit  an outcropping. He whirled--and slammed into something hard. Onward he rolled down the runway, the<span style="font-style: italic">Nightingale</span>passing over him and rolled over and over before resting a few yards away from him. Flames burst forth from the wreckage and licked at the air. Another person was also seen among the wreckage, but seemed unfazed by the turbulent event.<br/><br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Nixx<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>Unknown<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Female<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Species/Race:</span>Shade<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Surface or Sky:</span>Sky<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Occupation:</span>Cartographer and Navigator<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Abilities:</span>Shades grow more powerful in areas of darkness or shadows, including the ability to leap from shadow to shadow, to create shadowy duplicates of themselves, and even become entirely invisible. They can also decrease the amount of light in an area (but never completely), and can see through darkness, even of the magical variety.<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span>Nixx is draped in a black garb that covers her entire body. A hood also adorns her face, but if she were to pull it down, long locks of silky, violet strands would cascade down to her shoulders. However, most times all that is visible are her eyes. They are gray when she's in Shadowstate, which happens to be most of the time. Otherwise she's a normal girl with emerald green eyes.<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/752/tek4f76692bb60c76944797.png"/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/9329/tek4f769b9ae33c52154661.png"/><br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Craft type:</span>Making maps of both sky, sea, and earth. So far she has completed nearly 70% of the world.<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Pred/Prey/Switch:</span>Switch, leans towards pred.<br/>-<span style="font-weight: bold">Types of vore allowed:</span>All but, Hard vore, Anal vore,and Vampirism<br/><br/>There was no way to tell how much time passed before Mech opened his eyes again. And he felt bolts of pain surging through his whole body. Every bone, every limb, every spot on himself, including his eyelids, felt broken, bruised, and battered. Mech tried to roll on his side, but the sharp pain in his back and thigh made him roll right back. He just lay there, eyes closed.<br/>The dark silhouetted figure walked over to the fallen man, but it was more like a glide than a walk. Without saying a word she helped him onto his feet and used her shoulder to support him. "We made it." She whispered to him.