Ramera gazed down at the land, staring as the sun began bathing it's red and orange light across the wasteland that was once that beautiful earth that had once been home to the beauty of life, now the only life this land seemed to sustain was that of the dead. Well... that wasn't entirely true, people had proven their ability to survive and she was soaring above the very proof of their existence in this god-forsaken world. Heck, she was assigned with the protection of that proof. A duty she would never take lightly. She stretched her arms above her head, and extended her metallic wings outward, feeling comfort in doing so. [i]I don't really care all that much for the people of Paradise Land, nothing makes them any more special than me,[/i] She thought to herself. The entire human race was a different matter, though. [i]I would willingly give my life to protect this paradise, just as much as I would willingly sacrifice others.[/i] She felt a little dark thinking like that, but she knew it was true. She would protect what was left of humanity, no matter what it may cost. As a warrior, and defender of such a land, it remained her duty, and she would perform her duties to the best of her abilities.

As she scanned the land below, she played with her wings, spreading them out wide, feeling each talon like feather separate out from one another, then pulled them in, feeling them click against one another. She didn't have beautiful wings like her sister’s; instead she had metal wings, with each feather being replaced by steel knives resembling talons. They'd been heavy at first, but over time she'd quickly developed to their weight. Now, they felt as familiar as an arm, her nerves seemed to go down through each talon, and she was able to control and bend them with ease. She didn't know if it was because of these talon-like feathers, but the people of paradise had referred to her as 'The Falcon' and she hadn't really cared what they referred to her as. The name wasn't really a bad one either.

As she watched the land below, she could see other's going about their daily duties. The Gate Keeper expertly scaling up the wall, using his grappling lines. Apparently he was able to manipulate metals to his will, which was how he was able to control the gates to Paradise Land. She pulled her metal wings in and dipped a little lower in the sky, wondering how much of her he would be able to manipulate. It was a little scary to think that if she were to ever meet him up close she'd be at his mercy.

She drew her gaze down lower, and noticed a girl bowing before their humble leader that was Ravenia, the girl had shorter hair, and upon some close inspection she had some sort of marking on the back of her neck, Ramera was too far away to distinguish what it was, but she decided it was probably a birth mark of sorts, and pulled her gaze away, staring back at the sunset as the sun continued it's climb, feeling calmed by the scene.