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AlythePear
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Francesca sat in her small home in which she and her mother only inhabited. With a great sigh, she stared down at the dull hunting knife in her hands. "Miss, you, dad." she spoke to the blade as though her father possessed it. She then stood and placed her deceased father's old weapon onto the flimsy display that held it up on the wall. It was nearing dawn which meant it was time to go out and hunt or be hunted.
Francesca entered her room and began to remove her pajamas to replace them with her hunting clothes. This consisted of dark brown pants that hugged her legs but not so tightly that she couldn't move, they were stretchy enough for her needed flexibility. These bottoms were paired with an equally as tight shirt the color of the dark tree leaves. Unlike the others, Francesca had light hair,which is no good for hiding from creatures; she was forced to put it into a messy, unkempt braid of sorts that was intertwined with green and brown ribbons that masked the bright color of her blonde locks.
With one last glance at the mirror, Francesca headed into the damp morning air. On her way to the village barriers, she was distracted by something. She had the odd and unnerving feeling that somebody was watching her...
Francesca entered her room and began to remove her pajamas to replace them with her hunting clothes. This consisted of dark brown pants that hugged her legs but not so tightly that she couldn't move, they were stretchy enough for her needed flexibility. These bottoms were paired with an equally as tight shirt the color of the dark tree leaves. Unlike the others, Francesca had light hair,which is no good for hiding from creatures; she was forced to put it into a messy, unkempt braid of sorts that was intertwined with green and brown ribbons that masked the bright color of her blonde locks.
With one last glance at the mirror, Francesca headed into the damp morning air. On her way to the village barriers, she was distracted by something. She had the odd and unnerving feeling that somebody was watching her...