The sky was still covered by the same shroud as usual, but it was a bit less ominous today...or so Lumin thought. The young grass-haired girl was fluttering her wings rapidly as she practice her flying around what seems to have once been a city. Toppled skyscrapes, a demolished monorail track that crushed tens of twenties of many streets. One very noticable thing is the remains of a once very important monument that stood in the city proudly at hundreds of miles up, the space needle.
Landing in a small pile of cold, demolished cement, Lumin took a deep breath of the radioactive air and exhaled it slowly. She looked down below and gazed at the body of water before her, what used to be the nice blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.
- Avian/Winged Mammal