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Flames burst from her head, but are held in thrall by the tie behind her head, the licking tongues of orange fire in her ponytail blown gently in the breeze.
Her bow, never more than a quantum instant from her fingers, holds a menace all its own. A pluck of its string produces a tone, a song, the twang of another life ended, the note of battle. Each painstakingly crafted link of her armor meshes with its brothers and sisters, the communion forming a sheet of defense, a spare breath in the face of death. Each time she speaks and tongue passes her lips, the motion of that muscle is a tease, a taunt, a challenge and a proposition to anyone receptive, male or otherwise. Each word in her high-pitched and feminine low purr is weighted with the years of her past, each tragedy and ecstasy hinted at infinitesimally.
She is indefatigably attractive, always the most powerful presence in the room. The perfect color of hair, the most attractive skin.
Anyone standing too close can hear the wails from the news of the death of her brother and could feel the motherly love and devotion roll off the girl in waves, a girl who was destined to never become what she so desired.
Her bow, never more than a quantum instant from her fingers, holds a menace all its own. A pluck of its string produces a tone, a song, the twang of another life ended, the note of battle. Each painstakingly crafted link of her armor meshes with its brothers and sisters, the communion forming a sheet of defense, a spare breath in the face of death. Each time she speaks and tongue passes her lips, the motion of that muscle is a tease, a taunt, a challenge and a proposition to anyone receptive, male or otherwise. Each word in her high-pitched and feminine low purr is weighted with the years of her past, each tragedy and ecstasy hinted at infinitesimally.
She is indefatigably attractive, always the most powerful presence in the room. The perfect color of hair, the most attractive skin.
Anyone standing too close can hear the wails from the news of the death of her brother and could feel the motherly love and devotion roll off the girl in waves, a girl who was destined to never become what she so desired.