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Lewi
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It was a fairly bright night. The moon was out and it lit up the park where Kieara was at. The clouds beyond the moon signaled a far off rain though. She loved taking late night walks in the moonlight. The trees blew softly with the light breeze, and the leaves rustled along with it. Below her feet was the soft swish of the grass as she tread over it. <o:p></o:p>
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She had ghostly pale skin coupled with bright aquamarine eyes. Her eyes stuck out against her pale appearance. She rose to a height of 5'3. Not exceptionally tall, but not too short either. Her hair was a vibrant red. Not orange. Red.Naturally. Yes she was a ginger as some people like to call them. A red head.Whatever name have you. She had a petite curvatious body frame that suited her perfectly. Adorning her pale skin she had a small line of freckles over the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks that complimented her face. She wore apair of black jeans and a long sleeved purple top. Her crimson curls were pulled back into a pony tail. A beautiful young woman in her eary twenties.<o:p></o:p>
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She wasn't aware of what would happen tonight. She was on her way through the local park where no one expected her to be. She was just taking the scenic route. Of course, no one expected her to be anywhere. She was a bit of a loner. No friends that were anything anymore than just familiar faces. Her family? She had no idea what had happened to them.
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She never was really fond of the not knowing. Course could one be fond of having no idea of your origins? Being left to wonder about a family out there that you could've been a part of? She had memories. Faint memories, but they seemed more like nightmares. Memories of screaming, and fire, and there were people. Familiar people to her. Though they were mere blurs int he memory of her youth.
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Keiara sighed as she walked along her footsteps nearly as silent as a ghosts allowing her thoughts to play while she did. She pondered the brief thought that those memories may be nothing but unanswered questions til the day of her death. That they'd never cease to haunt her.
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She had ghostly pale skin coupled with bright aquamarine eyes. Her eyes stuck out against her pale appearance. She rose to a height of 5'3. Not exceptionally tall, but not too short either. Her hair was a vibrant red. Not orange. Red.Naturally. Yes she was a ginger as some people like to call them. A red head.Whatever name have you. She had a petite curvatious body frame that suited her perfectly. Adorning her pale skin she had a small line of freckles over the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks that complimented her face. She wore apair of black jeans and a long sleeved purple top. Her crimson curls were pulled back into a pony tail. A beautiful young woman in her eary twenties.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She wasn't aware of what would happen tonight. She was on her way through the local park where no one expected her to be. She was just taking the scenic route. Of course, no one expected her to be anywhere. She was a bit of a loner. No friends that were anything anymore than just familiar faces. Her family? She had no idea what had happened to them.
<o:p> </o:p>
She never was really fond of the not knowing. Course could one be fond of having no idea of your origins? Being left to wonder about a family out there that you could've been a part of? She had memories. Faint memories, but they seemed more like nightmares. Memories of screaming, and fire, and there were people. Familiar people to her. Though they were mere blurs int he memory of her youth.
<o:p> </o:p>
Keiara sighed as she walked along her footsteps nearly as silent as a ghosts allowing her thoughts to play while she did. She pondered the brief thought that those memories may be nothing but unanswered questions til the day of her death. That they'd never cease to haunt her.