RP Sample:
Lyta soared over the skies of New York City.
This was what she loved. Freedom. Flying. She hated wearing that restraining brace used to conceal her wings. She wished that she didn't have to wear it all the time. She didn't see why she had to "fit in". She never had. As her mother told her, she was born to stand out.
Closing her eyes, Lyta flew across the skyline, taking in the heat coming off from the sunset. Blocking out the thoughts coming down from the city below her. Funny thing about her telepathy, it didn't have an "off" switch sometimes.
Sighing, Lyta touched down on the rooftop of a building, letting the last few rays of sunlight dance on her face.
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