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[livingdeadkat]

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

Comments

[ironicending]

Take away her thesaurus? Forbid her from ever touching a thesaurus, dictionary, or anything with the potential to function as such again.

[nemecide]

The fail is strong in this one.

[quizzicalsphinx]

Flames are bursting from my head too right now.

[shawnael]

A high-pitched low purr?

[riotlounge]

high-pitched but low volume! DUH

[jasonbeast]

There isn't enough purple in the world to quantify this prose.