OOC: Switching back to third person. Also, colors and genders! IC: Wings Wings glided softly down from the tree he had just been perched on. Nynrah was a nice place; the forests were his home, after all. When Drift had fallen asleep, Wings decided to head home. It was so nice to feel the breeze, rather than the cramped indoor conditions of Corpus. The Gukko landed gracefully on what appeared to be a ruined catacomb. It was covered in dust and ruined supports. Large rocks poked out here and there. It smelled of damp air, Matoran, and something perpetually disgusting. Wings was about to turn away and head back into the sky when he noticed yet another smell barely poking through the cacophony of smells. Wings flew a bit deeper into the ruins and it grew more powerful. Clearing away a few rocks revealed a silver-plated hand, covered in dust and dried blood. There was no mistaking it. It was Raptor. Wings let out a soft, sad coo. Another nearby Gukko looked at Wings questioningly. "What happened?" "My friend. My friend is dead." Wings cooed again, and the other bird joined in. Soon, an entire flock of wild Gukko took up the song, a final tribute to a madman. IC: Silver Silver came into the building and deposited the psycho Rahk at the infirmary. He then turned and headed for the gym to practice his new skills. IC: Drift "So, what's happened while I was gone?" she asked, trying to change the subject.