LynxAmelia
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It's a cold cold world - An inviting fire in a cold forest
A young girl, barely 19, walked through the woods, her tread soft enough to ensure the crunch of snow under her feet were not heard. Her gait was a gentle hunter's tread and she walked almost languidly. At 5 feet tall, her petite frame was far from intimidating. Her dark hair was pulled back with a black bow, her facial features were delicate and belonged more on a porcelain doll than on a living human, that too a warrior which was what she was. The only signs of this chosen career of hers was the axe on her back that swayed gently as she walked and the roughness of her hands. Her clothes sported a long rip down her front that was haphazardly mended and the milky white skin of her abdomen shone through it. Her aura was one of pure innocence, her current form not marred by a drop of blood on her hands. She stopped momentarily, her icy blue eyes scanning her surroundings for signs of life. A happy twinkle shone in her eye as she noticed a fire up ahead. From her experience, a camp fire in a forest meant people. She flipped her head, trying to move the hair that covered her eye.
It's a cold cold world - An inviting fire in a cold forest
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A young girl, barely 19, walked through the woods, her tread soft enough to ensure the crunch of snow under her feet were not heard. Her gait was a gentle hunter's tread and she walked almost languidly. At 5 feet tall, her petite frame was far from intimidating. Her dark hair was pulled back with a black bow, her facial features were delicate and belonged more on a porcelain doll than on a living human, that too a warrior which was what she was. The only signs of this chosen career of hers was the axe on her back that swayed gently as she walked and the roughness of her hands. Her clothes sported a long rip down her front that was haphazardly mended and the milky white skin of her abdomen shone through it. Her aura was one of pure innocence, her current form not marred by a drop of blood on her hands. She stopped momentarily, her icy blue eyes scanning her surroundings for signs of life. A happy twinkle shone in her eye as she noticed a fire up ahead. From her experience, a camp fire in a forest meant people. She flipped her head, trying to move the hair that covered her eye.