maerow
Wanderer
Kuriha stepped out into the night. It was rather chilly, and her hair was fluttering about. The moon was in full view, glistening with a mysteriously calm aura. The critters of the night could be heard in the distance, and Kuriha took the moment of peace and climbed on a nearby roof, gazing at the moon. Thoughts of the other clan entered her mind. She pondered why they were so antagonizing, unable to see the clear, just path. Unifying the two clans seemed but a fleeting dream at this point. Kuriha sighed, closing her eyes.
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