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[.Fatale pivots on agile feet toward the 'town hall'. Golden hued tresses dance 'bout her face as if to add to the determination she is emitting. Unusually good vision for one of humans. Her silver hued orbs were an experimentation, one she violently rejected. The increased vision, and slight night vision were the two increases in her orbs. Once they had been a dazzling green, now they were a shimmering silver. Gaze softens as it lowers to fall 'pon Zena, her silvery white wolf. Amazingly matching vix's orbs. Disarming smile plays 'pon lips as perfectly straight ivories are revealed, the pivoting 'pon slender legs sheathed in warm brown breeches into the building. A cloak of brown wollen stuff closed 'bout her body. Hood drawn up covering her young face. Though she looked only her age, she had aged years since that horrible day when her parents lay souless under the tree. Tightly closing her damp orbs and taking a deep breath and letting it out and then opening them. She had lived in the mountains, keeping her prepared for the wild. She had raisesd Zena, Mystic, Fey, Fell, Larka, and Kar. Fell was the leader of thier....small...pack. She was searching deperately for them, but she was secretly glad that at least Zena, her favorite had survived. She had a feeling they would be running the wastelands here. Dust crunching beneath her boots, bag swinging beneath her cloak, and right hand restig lightly 'pon the sheath of her amazingly intriquet and deadly dagger. Her long sword strapped to her right leg, she prefered old fashioned ways of doing things. Living in the mountains after her horrid surgery was wonderful, and educating. Gliding 'pon slender legs she reached the inside and enters, she gazes around. Digits gradually tightening on the hilt of the dagger sheathed beneath her cloak. Only the bottom of her face, and a few loose gold tresses were visable above her long, slender neck, tanned to a healthy color. and below it, she cloak hid well.]

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