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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:48 pm
▌ Berach Vincent Moncle ▌ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ Berach Location; Cage With; Mimi Mood; Tiny Child.....Going to get killed....by tiny child... Berach covered his ears when he heard the small girls high pitched squeal, 'Hearing Malfunction Hearing Malfunction, High Pitched Frequency, Adjusting Adjusting. the warning went off in his head and his eye twitched. Berach ignored the male that had approached not to interested in the man considering he got the same reading from him as the girl, well close to the same reading anyways. He watched the little girl observing her, "Pink hair, blue/black eyes. No artificial coloring detected in either, skin pale. Identified as Human, age range eight to twelve. Intelligence..." Berach mumbled off more to himself and covered his mouth at the last part trying not to laugh. He cleared his throat and then looked back to his watch not seeing that the girl had left at all, he tapped on his watch again and a holographic keyboard appeared hovering above the watch, "Such a weird a** planet." he muttered. He tapped on the keyboard and a whirring sound happened as it disappeared and blue lines appeared on his arm before a small Ipod like object appeared in his hand. He looked up to see the girl, "Woah! Your still here? I thought I told you to leave me alone!" he growled. He looked her over, 'Evaluation; No Threat.' the sound went off in his head.
"Meh whatever." he grunted pulling the Ipod object both ways causing it to get bigger, he turned it sideways and flipped it upside down, it was paper thin. He held it up in front of his face and stared at the girl through it, line and all kinds of shapes appeared on it small squares taking in most of the details on her and after it finished he looked put it down on his lap looking at it, "Eh? Eleven? Pfft." he muttered turning it around to show her, "Do you know what this is?" he asked her. The object had a picture of her and well everything was in an alien language no english anywhere in the mix. HEALTH: [80%]
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:01 pm
| Westley Anderson |  Westley watched as the emotions flooded through the young woman's face before settling for the same hard glare and asking about freedom. He really hoped she wasn't still thinking about the "bed warming" thing or any other scandalous liaison. He was simply in a bad with other woman besides his housekeeper, Machalka, and of course his own daughters. And the only reason Machalka couldn't help with the children full-time was because she was getting too old to just watch them a couple hours! He needed this woman's help. Westley could tell she would be a wonderful maternal figure, even without the charms around her neck. And he hoped that with time she, Saiyuri, would understand that too.
"I give you my word, Ms. Saiyuri, as an ex-Commander, as a father and as a man that if you agree to help me with my children you will never have to return to this prison." Truer words had never been said by him other than the vows on his wedding day. All he could do was hope and pray she could see into his soul as easily as she could see the ghost beside him.
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:10 pm
Why yes, Henri, I do believe in monsters
Not the kind with leathery scales
Bloodshot eyes or lizard tailsLark flinched when suddenly one of the slaves tried to grab at his face. His strange eyes went wide and he backed away, accidentally bumping into someone, a young woman. She turned around just as Lark did, catching a good look at his face. She let out a scream and ran, causing everyone to look at her, than at him. Lark looked from left to right, then lowered his hood even more. When people stopped murmuring and staring, he turned to the one that had knocked over the first domino and started the whole commotion with venomous eyes.
She was cute, he'd have to admit that, not to mention very well endowed, but that only made him angrier. 'How appropriate...' he thought, sneering ever so slightly. He could tell just by the girl's voice and mannerisms that she wasn't 'all there'. He grabbed her arm, his grip firm but gentle. In terms she would understand, he said "No...touchy..." With that, he released her arm, then turned his back to her, about to walk away. Not the ones with razor claws
Yellow fangs or gaping jaws
No, I don’t believe in those monsters at all
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:16 pm
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Lukas continued his way down the cages, making sure that he walked right in the middle of the path, making sure that the cages around his wasn't too close, or. They were filthy, and Lukas did his best to avoid any contact with them. If anyone was in his way, walking in the same lane, Lukas would step to the side, only ever so slightly though. It got so bad one time that Lukas wouldn't leave his home, these filthy and pitiful humans.
Lukas composed himself and continued to walk, he looked up, but his head shot down just as fast as it went up. The sunlight got in his eyes through his glasses, it stung a bit, seeing that the light was exemplified like a magnified glass. The light must have bounced off and reflected to the edge of one of the slave's cage for the next thing Lukas heard, was a small feline voice calling out to him.
Through the cage bars, Lukas saw a hand reaching out. A smirk made it's mark on the side of Lukas's lips. The fact that the cage was fairly well kept, was already quite amazing. Maybe he would bother to actually try and get himself acquainted with the slave inside. Lukas squatted down near the edge of the cage. But far enough so that the hand, and the owner of said hand, would not be able to reach him. It was a playful taunt which Lukas pulled.
"Shiny ehh?" Lukas raised an eyebrow, still unaware that the cat-like human wanted his glasses. 'Must be her name or something' Lukas thought to himself as he examined her. He watched as the fingers curled, and uncurled, in front of his face, barely touching him. It was still a mystery to him on how the primitive humans were able to become smart enough to make such... creatures. It truly sparked his interest.
Lukas continued to watch. He rested his chin in the middle of his hand, which was propped up on his leg. Lukas looked into her dark hazel eyes and noted how they stood out from the rest of her pitch black hair and ears. Her pale skin almost matched his own skin tone. Almost. If it wasn't for the dirt of course. Lukas sighed, had these stupid slavers no idea that if they kept their merchandise at least a wee bit more nice and tidy, they'd need to start resorting to kidnapping to supply the demanding masters. Though, for now Lukas didn't mind much. It meant that there was less competition for him, and that he was able to have more beautiful creatures for himself, just like the one sitting in front of him.
Cocking his head to the side, Lukas noted a small feathered toy at the side of the cage, Lukas's hand quickly dove for the toy, and in a matter of seconds, the toy was in his hand. Even if it was filthy, Lukas thought that playing with the cat woman would be a 'fun' idea. he swayed it this way and that. His chin still rested in his hand, his head, weighed to the side. He swung it in the air, a little above their heads, he waited for the girl the react.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:31 pm
 ๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
Listening, Saiyuri took note that this man, Westley, did indeed seem very sincere. He seemed distraught with the loss of something, and she figured it had been his mate. The mother of his children. Why else would he have need for her? She shook her head, and looked to him, her cyan hues softening upon his face. "If you take me form this cage, I will do as you ask of me. I shall take care of you, and yours to the best of my dulled abilities." She looked at him, extending her hand, in a human gesture she had seen many times. the shaking of hands was something that normally happened, but she wondered if it would be the same for this man in front of her. She put a slight smiled on her face, showing that she meant him no harm, and was simply trying to comply to his wishes. She wouldn't defy him if it meant freeing herself of one cage. All she would need after, was to free herself of another.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:47 pm
 
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xHelp me find who I used to be... Anistasia Whyte ... And save me from what I have become Anistasia stopped playing with the hem of her dress, paying attention as he spoke. For a moment she seemed scared. Although he hadn't noticed the cold earlier, Anistasia wouldn't be able to stand the snow. She doubted she'd even be able to stand the night if the temperature would drop too low. Although her body was advanced she simply hated when the tempuratures dropped but she wasn't about to ask him to buy her. No. Anistasia would not stoop to begging. People feared her. There was no way the girl would beg. A challenging smile spread on her lips and she look at the man, acting as if it would be no big deal if she left him here but really, Anistasia wouldn't last long in this cage much longer. "Should I be scared? I'm sure it wouldn't make a difference even if the cold killed me, after all, life with someone like you wouldn't hold much for me, correct? Even if I manage to put up with the cold, I'm sure it would be worth it in the end. Even if you buy me, I won't be of much use will I? Unless you have some sick ideas stuck up in your head that is," Anistasia replied, watching him for any change of emotion. As much as old master had loved her, the man would have beaten the Anistasia for such words. She as a bit surprised that she'd spoken that much or even lasted so long without trying to kill his man. Anistasia wanted to get him angry. Usually someone would either hit her for talking back or challenge her words and attempt to prove her wrong. The girl was hoping for the second one. Even if the man walked away from her, she wouldn't beg for him to buy her. Anistasia knew better than to act that way but she didn't want to stay in this cage. Begging might making things so much easier but of course, Anistasia always wanted to be as stubborn as possible. She didn't want to show any weakness. The girl loved to be feared but this man before her was not scared of her and the girl did not want to go home with him. Hopefully he was not serious about her not being what he was looking for though because once the idea of the temperature dropping more that this had come into mind, Anistasia couldn't help but want to get out of this market as soon as possible. She didn't take her words back but dropped her eyes to her hands as they twisted the hem of her dress.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:15 pm
  The expression of fear arose on the girls face, but Dakota didn't seem to take notice to it. He did, but his own expression did not change - even though he was pleased. The talk of snow had hit a soft spot, and it was something he enjoyed knowing. However, as she spoke, the smirk on Dakota's face just broadened with more pleasure. She was a thickheaded one, all right. And he knew that if he were to buy the girl, she would put up quite a challenge. Was he ready for such a thing? Or would she knock him on his a** from regret of letting her out of the cage? Either way, the answer may or may not be revealed eventually.. depending on her reactions and words for the rest of the 'conversation' that they were having. "Mm... I like your spunk, girlie." The words were almost taunting, as if he were trying to push her buttons. Something told Dakota that this girl could be dangerous if she wanted - but part of him didn't care. He, too, could be dangerous. He, too, could be a killing machine.
"But your hard head will not get you anywhere, you know." The lycan shifted yet again, his feet moving a bit beneath him since he was still crouched down. It was more of the reason that it was a stressing stance on the legs and knees to be in this position. "If someone else comes along and you start your s**t with them, they're likely to turn and walk away and ignore you. Your chances of being bought before nightfall are slim anyway; so you will freeze to death. The market will lose a lot of slaves to this snowfall, but they don't care because they can always bring in more. Don't you see? You're just another slave amongst the others. You blend in - there's nothing special about you. A shapeshifter is no better than that harpy, or that weird cat thing that kept chasing fish pillows." Blue eyes glanced to the side in the direction of where the little cat boy was once held. But his attention turned back to Anistasia, watching her yet again. "But if you insist on staying in the cold, then I'll leave you to it. Because frankly, I couldn't give a s**t less if you died tonight."
With that, Dakota brought himself to his feet. There were a few popping noises heard from his knees - but mostly from the cold and being in that position for so long. The cold was getting into his bones, so it hurt to stay crouched for that time. However, once he recovered himself for a few moments, he gave one last glance to her. Part of him knew - well, was hoping - that she would finally cave. The cold was going to be harsh... or, atleast he said it would be. Was it really going to snow? Or was he just playing his cards right by telling her she would freeze to death? "Good luck - you'll sure as hell need it." 
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:26 pm
| Westley Anderson | Westley let out a breath he wasn't sure he had been holding and smiled back and the young woman before grasping her hand and giving a slightly firm handshake of agreement. He then called over the slave merchant currently enslaving her and told of his interest in buying her. While the merchant took his dear sweet time thinking of ways to swindle money out of him his mind wandered to his departed wife which made him gain a slightly sad look upon his face. He knew this would happen if he thought about her but it was like he was forcing himself to think of her, especially since he was purchasing someone to help fill her role. He then made a silent prayer to the angel that is his wife. My beloved, I ask that you not be angered by my decision and be understanding to my plight. He hoped, truly hoped, she would understand.
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 11:18 pm
   liver Carmine - Is there anyone out there who is listening to anything? -
- Is there anyone out there who can take my hand? -
The ghost couldn't help but smile at this girl's innocence as she studied him and gave her name with a little curtsy. Finally, some etiquette he was familiar with. In return, he offered her a sweeping bow with his palm gently touching his waist in the proper way of a gentleman. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Miss Angel." How fitting. Her name mirrored her personality from what he could see.
The girl standing in front of his cage held most of Oliver's attention, though some of it was diverted towards the other children and the older man with them that had entered the shop with her. Out of his peripheral vision, he noted the older man correcting the youngest child, a girl, and then checking up on a boy who was a little older. It seemed they were out to buy several slaves, and from what Oliver could tell, they needed them. Three kids of these ages would be a handful indeed, especially if the young man was the only one in charge of them.
Angel gathered all of his attention again with her question and Oliver laughed lightly, his form slipping out of a solid and leaking mist just briefly before it re-settled. He didn't have much control over his matter with this collar on. "You have a sharp eye, madam. I was born in the eighteenth century." It appeared the older one of the group was approaching, so Oliver tried to present himself in the best way possible while chained up in a cage. If he had a beating heart, it would be fluttering with nervousness. These children and this older man could possibly be his path to getting out of this cage and shop.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:40 am
【 ζ ι ℓ ℓ ι ʉ m 】 ❝ P R E T T Yxxx P R E T T Y xxxP L E A S Exxx D O N ' T xxxY O Uxxx E V E R xxxE V E Rxxx F E E L ❞▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀Charms: Fang- rare blood type, Star- Innocent, Moon- Creature of the night, Bell- A pet.
Turning to look at the man with the eye patch, she noted his face and how he seemed to be pondering something. Tipping her head to the side a little, her attention was brought forward to the younger male when footsteps approached. Barely catching movement, Lily saw the eye-patch man leave, giving him a wave and a whispered 'good bye' before watching the young boy and what appeared to be a family member. Their blood smelt very similar; siblings maybe? Lillium didn't totally understand why the older one was saying sorry, but looking at him out of her rosepetal pink eye, she felt warmth come to her cheeks, especially when the younger one said he was sorry. Dropping to her knees, her somewhat tattered black and dark maroon lace dress let off a small puff of dust, the warm light from her gas lamps showing that her limbs were, as porcelain coloured as they were, had smudges of dust and grime on them. Ragged bits of lace stuck up every so often at the top of her strapless dress, and the hem that hung around her knees was terribly frayed. "Why... Why are you sorry? I don't understand..."
Given all of Lillium's programming, she still didn't grasp certain concepts of communication seeing as though she was around intellectual science folk her whole life. But yet, that older man had said something about the younger male picking her... Was that a sign she might be leaving. Taking a chance, Lily slowly raised her arm and held out her right hand for the young male, she'd seen others do this as a greeting, so she figured she'd try it as well. Leaning forward as well, her spiked headphones were more obvious now and a shy smile tugged at her lips. "I-I'm Lillium.. Or-Or just Lily. It's nice to meet you sir." 'Sir' slipped out from her mouth quite easily, seeing as she'd heard all those science folk use it alot when she was listening, and she knew it was a very polite way to greet those more superior to you, or as a show of good manners. Just like a normal vampire, her skin was cool and very soft, and her heartbeat was only slightly faster than a vampires, fast enough for her to still blush when embarrassed or flush when angry. Hearing Lily introduce herself, the seller looked over his newspaper and spied his merchandise behaving quite well. " 'Ere, Lily's taken quite the shine to yeh young man." Came his very southern British accent, and amused grin on his face as he went back to scanning the paper, his eyes still sneakily watching the kid, noting that the older brother wasn't that far off at another slave cage.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:43 am
๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
With the acceptance, and firm handshake, Saiyuri smiled, a bit of mischief rising into her face, but it was long gone when the man addressed the salver. Ah, yes, the terrible soul that kept her in that place. He was taking his sweet time with accounting a sum, while Westley was thinking. he was clearly away form the reach of her words at the moment, so she didn't speak. Instead, she twiddled with some of her hair, watching the merchant with a cold gaze, waiting for him to deliver a price. She was becoming impatient, and wanted to leave.
When finally the man came up with a hefty sum, he delivered it to the man quickly. Saiyuri's eyes widened a bit. Surely he wouldn't pay that much for her. It was ridiculous, unless you traveled to the bottom of her seas,a nd picked up a few coins from the ships she'd sunk, trying to take her sister's children. then, he'd be very rich. Perhaps, one day when she was free, she'd take him and his family to grab what they wished. For now, her eyes turned back to Westley, waiting expectantly for his reply.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:39 pm
| Westley Anderson | The ex-soldier just raised an eyebrow at the hefty sum. Surely the trader was being over optimistic; Westley couldn't have looked the part of a rich business man like some of the customers her could he? Though he wasn't sure he was willing to pay that hefty of a sum, he was able to. Years of ignoring his father and getting a financial adviser helping him invest in different businesses while he was away made the man very, very rich man. So, he tried haggling the man to lower the price by at least a couple thousand but the man wouldn't budge instead threatening to add more to the price for "wasting perfectly good clothes on a mere slave". Disgusted by the repugnant man and didn't want to waste another moment in his sight, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his checkbook. Putting the appropriate numbers, letters, and signing the piece of paper he handed it to the greedy trader without another word.
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:20 pm
✖ ✖ ✖___яɑчиє || Lιℓιτɦ || Ӄιиgsℓєч___✖ ✖ ✖
   One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
...Let the bodies hit the floor _______εmotιon;; Want.. To Touch!__________theme musιc ;; Bodies - Drowning Pool_____________mџ tħougħts ;; "So... Pretty..."________________αctιons ;; Struggling to get the shiny___________________Aя3a ;; The Marketplace
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It was an almost comical sight; the cat girl leaning out her cage struggling to get to the man with the shiny on his face as he stumbled backwards from her initial... Attack if you must. Her big chocolate brown eyes were almost pleading as her fingers wiggled excitedly, her tail flicking ever so happily around her legs which were almost dancing. But when he firmly but rather nicely grabbed her arm, a large and happy smile crept over her face, her fingers stopping their movement. Was he going to let her touch? No. Face falling instantly the second she heard no, tears welled up in her eyes. Why... Why not? He was so pretty and she wanted to touch. As soon as he turned his back, her voice called out for him, pleading if you will. "No! Don't go! Nyuu~" Retracting her arm in the cage, she slid down to land with a soft 'thump' on the floor, looking up at the back of this man. She didn't want him to go, she'd been so lonely, he was the first person that had actually acknowledged her in the market place. Ever.
"Nyao~ I just want to touch the pretty..." Hands gripping the bars of the cage, she dropped her eyes to the floor and her tail stopped moving, ears drooping. Mainly, she just didn't want the man to leave because he was the first person she'd reached out for that acknowledged she existed. Most usually just sniffed at her in a distasteful way and kept walking. But no, he'd even communicated with her. The cat in her was crying out for attention: to be stroked, played with, held, talked to. She was sick of being in this cage, and she didn't even know why! She'd only done what she'd needed to for survival, she didn't mean to kill those men, it was an accident! Wasn't it? She didn't remember. All she knew now was that she didn't want to be in the cage anymore and she didn't want this man to leave. "Don't leave me..." Came Rayne's whispered voice, her hands sliding down the bars, almost positive that this man was going to leave her here, just like everyone else.
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You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in
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Driven by hate
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:56 pm
Why yes, Henri, I do believe in monsters
Not the kind with leathery scales
Bloodshot eyes or lizard tailsLark stopped dead in his tracks, then balled his hands into fists, letting out a deep breath before relaxing his shoulders. He turned on his heels, facing the little cat girl. He stepped closer to the cage, lowering his head so she could no longer see his face. e stood there, motionless for many moments. He stared at her, his eyes seemingly to glow in the shadow of his hood. She was beautiful, and he hated her for it, but was he any better than the others if he judged her for her looks? No, no he was not, but he did not want his face to be touched, so he came up with a compromise.
Lark knelled down in front of the cage, then touched a bar of her cage with his left hand, his fingernails being made of gold. With his right hand, he pulled up his sleeve, revealing the gold that spiraled from his fingernails, along his tendons, and all the way up to his face. "You may touch my hand, but not my face." With that, he lowered his head, taking his eyes off her. He just hoped she wasn't tricking him so she could try to hurt him. Not the ones with razor claws
Yellow fangs or gaping jaws
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:30 pm
๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
The slaver was creating nothing but problems with his insistence on the hefty sum. It was no wonderWestley didn't want to pay so much. it seemed purely absurd. He was getting a large price because she was wearing fine clothing? She shook her head, her cyan hues focused upon the male. How dare he pull something that stupid! She growled lightly, before turning back to Westley.
When she saw the male turn over a piece of paper, after writing upon it, she was curious at the action. That surely wasn't payment was it? She stood back, as the salver nodded in acknowledgement, before movign to the cage, and unlocking it for her exit.
Saiyuri, thoroughly confused, looked to the the slaver, before moving to Westley rather quickly, with a fluid grace that could only come from what she was. She smiled softly, before turning her cyan hues to the sky. She wanted to be free. the sooner she filled her obligation, the sooner she'd be free. "Where do we go?"
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