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Date Posted: 10:24:21 11/13/03 Thu
Author: W a r a
Subject: A W a r r i o r P r i n c e s s B y H e a r t

Her name is Wara
Her age is 16
She is female
She is an earth fairy
She is slender, with deep red hair, plaited with a string of wolves teeth. She wears a green tunic, brown deerhide boots, and a woolves claw necklace. Her deep brown eyes full of secrets and deceit. A tatoo covers her forehead down the bridge of her nose. she carries a bow and some green feathered arrows.
Wara is sly and quick witted. Living in the forest which are full of danger most of her life, she can hunt with amazing skill, and is not one to trust people easily.
A small slender fairy girl picked her way through the undergrowth, blood trickled down her cheecks, mixed with salty tears of regret. Whippy branches attacked her body with such force, she felt as if they had turned against her. A forest green tunic hung limp and stained over her bony shoulders, and deerhide boots pinched her tiny feet. Her dark reddish hair was full of dirt and leaves, as well of the string of teeth collected from the wolf that had killed her father. Around her neck were its claws, and they pierced her skin with their razor sharp points. Still she plodded on, not knowing where to go. She stopped at a spring and sank down with a weary sigh. Finding soaproot growing at the waters edge, she pounded it with water until a soapy lather foamed up, and she washed her tangled hair and dirty body. When she was dry, she used the remaining lather to wash her tunic, and she put a stout stick from toe to heel in her boots, to stretch the hide. Then she slept. A few hours later, the awoke, and found her clothes dty, pulled them on. Her deep scarlet hair glowed in the sunset, and she was the image of the warrior princess her mother had been. Picking up her bow, she walked deeper into the unknown...

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