View source for Item:Frayed white wings strewn with shards of midnight onyx

{{Item
|noun=wings
|look=Tatters of fabric drape over the metal frame of the pinions, the slivers of negative space between the tears zigzagging like fractures in the chalky white expanse.
|MTag=midnight onyx
|CTag=white,black
|STag=Grazhir,fracture
|ptype=other
|verby=Yes
|pcrystal=No
|atmos=No
|istone=No
|wearloc=generic
|metal=no
|weight=50
|rarity=festival
|lsize=12
|wsize=8
|hsize=1
|enchanted=No
|feature-change=No
|generator=No
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
}}
{{verbs}}
{{verb|push|Feeling ready to take on the world, you straighten your shoulders and unfurl your white wings.|-|}}
{{verb|pull|Bowing your shoulders slightly, you lower your head in defeat.  As you fold your white wings, you wonder if you ever had a chance.|-|}}
{{verb|rub|You roll your shoulders experimentally, causing your white wings to flap, and flex your knees.  For a brief moment, you imagine that you are airborne.|-|}}
{{verb|clean|You enfold your white wings around yourself and begin to preen, carefully repairing any damage.|-|}}
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