CoraZoneUnicorn

It was a winter's night for the people of Paris; the sky was as deep as cobalts, and the stars like shimmering spheres of radiance. The air was cold and sharp, snowflakes danced down from the clouds, and the frigid temperature stung everyone as they walked through the streets. But, no one could feel it sting more than one individual; a vigilante out on the rooftops as she made her way towards the far side of the city. She wore a pink suit, with light pink diamonds covering it. A pink mask covered her face, while insect antennae and wings seemed to sprout from her hair braids and scarf, and a hair barrette with a glowing cyan jewel pattern dre