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Daniella_Belli
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Original poster
Her very being seemed but an explosion of extravagant hues, the strands of her shoulder length hair was pigmented with all the colors of the wind to perfectly frame her beauteous visage. She had a fair canvas that was unblemished by sunspots and scars, but upon it there was an intricate design of gold, ascending her right breast like veins that would cross her ample bosom to connect to a meticulously detailed heart, hidden by her crimson bodice. The adornments she wore would appear to be a permanent part of the masterpiece that stepped in from the wave of cold that was blowing throughout the town, the paints upon her skin not fading or threading in the presence of water upon it.
There was a whisper of virgin pink to her lips and eyelids, that would accentuate the jade orbs that observed the camaraderie of the folks becoming tainted in the act of consuming their various alcoholic beverages that seemed ever flowing. They would begin to squabble over what seemed the most trivial of things, causing friendships to become severed in eruptions of anger and jealousy. Doriyn made her way past them, possessing an airy grace upon the floorboards with each step. Her unusually bright raiment had brought a splash of color to the rather drearily assembled establishment, which seemed to consist of a mass of wood that had been hammered together in haste to make a cube.
The edifice was worn with age, but the wood effectively stood against the weather, but there was nothing in particular for the eye to catch. In the midst of rowdy men she saw a delicate flower, one of such allurement that poets would become inspired to weave words that one would use to serenade her. Doriyn was but a newcomer to the town itself, but she had spied the people long enough to become rather affluent with the events, obtain the information she required to approach the female without being too much of a stranger.
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There was a whisper of virgin pink to her lips and eyelids, that would accentuate the jade orbs that observed the camaraderie of the folks becoming tainted in the act of consuming their various alcoholic beverages that seemed ever flowing. They would begin to squabble over what seemed the most trivial of things, causing friendships to become severed in eruptions of anger and jealousy. Doriyn made her way past them, possessing an airy grace upon the floorboards with each step. Her unusually bright raiment had brought a splash of color to the rather drearily assembled establishment, which seemed to consist of a mass of wood that had been hammered together in haste to make a cube.
The edifice was worn with age, but the wood effectively stood against the weather, but there was nothing in particular for the eye to catch. In the midst of rowdy men she saw a delicate flower, one of such allurement that poets would become inspired to weave words that one would use to serenade her. Doriyn was but a newcomer to the town itself, but she had spied the people long enough to become rather affluent with the events, obtain the information she required to approach the female without being too much of a stranger.
http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u66/TrinityDemonia/DoriynGrey.jpg