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Why am I the only one not depressed? ;-; I love people so much now....but now they hate people. -Sigh.- My post for the day!!! BOOYAKA!
-Nyoka..-
An uprising chuckle had to be let loose. Watching her dear Mei as her anger lifted. A dull blue knit sweater was clinging to the young woman's busty torso. Chicanery was not taking place in her actions at the moment. Energy
was precious and right now, no one cared. Netted hose reached up to her shielded knees. Delicately pale skin flushed in the heat of day. All those endless accessories had been dropped. The bags, and her helmet. The silver
helmet, with feathery wings sprouting from atop had been deposited upon the ground. She'd know if someone had taken it. If someone did, his or her body would implode with a sudden and mysterious force. Tresses
were colored, not purely black, but more of a darkened gray. Finical and straight. Leather straps crossed her arms, more legging clipped from underneath her small skirt. Fingerless gloves clung to her palms. Dampened with
claret liquid, a digit lifted. The blood disappeared within the tenuous lips. "Don't get carried away, dears." She was probably the youngest. Maybe? The age of eighteen sure blessed her wits more than any other her
age. Let alone her thirst for stealth. Despite all that she wore, all that she had to carry, her legs would dart swiftly, leaving not a footstep to mold the ground's perfection. Those hues looked lifeless. Dirt brown, gilded in
sunshine. Tied boots traveled to the middle of her shins. The left was of dull pink leather, on the right the forest green of pine, faded in age. Upon the left arm, an "X" appeared. Above it was a black and white pattern,
below was the number one. Not from her class in the current clan, but from her previous appearances in a number of others. "Their rage is extraordinary. May I hope they don't rely on killing little kids…reminds me of my self. But
families never stay together. Oh father, you had gone from that path a long time ago, anyhow." It was definitely a less than passionate tone that escaped her chilled feelings. The stalking beauty, following the small trail of the
Young Uchiha boy.