She sighed.
This mortal REALLY needed help. "Yeah, and for how long do you think you
can run in these streets un-hunted? How long...?" she left the question
hanging. She fingered her daggers, softly palming them slowly, before
releasing all with a sharp king. Pointing her daggers with a graceful
movement, she released her wings, showing her bequeath. "Go away. I have no
interest for you, dog." she yawned. The dogs who roamed here were weak
compared to an immortal, meaning her to be exact. Blue ceremonial robes
followed from her shoulders (look at the picture) as her sleeves rested
elegantly. The markings she brushed from her face, revealing elven ears. She
was young compared to the elves, but she had lived through centuries, through
eras, making her knowledge un-surpassed. Flapping her wings slowly, she looked
doubtfully at the femme's own daggers. Unsuperior.
They dubbed me
Rage Cnah.
The demons cursed me deviless
I'm known to be bubbly sometimes but sweet, caring and quiet
usually.
I wield a star
My spirit is none
My love is unknown.
My attention calls to riding horses, caring for kids, living life the
very best
I am the Cnah Princess
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