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Dusty Trails
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Original poster
Another gloomy day in the city. Rain fell from the sky, putter pattering on the cobblestone walkways. Horse drawn carts made their way down the roads alongside pedestrians with cloaks wrapped around themselves. An cloaked figure made her way through the streets with haste, locks of auburn colored hair showing from beneath the hood. She looked up at the clock tower that loomed above the city, and the smoke and steam rising from the factories beyond it. She'd been stuck on the street for nearly a week now. One week ago, her master had been murdered, leaving her homeless. She continued, holding a bulky object wrapped in brown paper closer to herself. A small group of guards passed, their blue uniforms standing out in the sea of duller colors. They held their flintlocks in their arms, though they kept them lowered. Luckily they payed her no mind and continued their patrol of the city streets. She turned to a smaller side street with a dirt road that was lined with houses.
The girl stopped outside an older house. It looked abandoned with the wooden planks nailed across the door and windows, but there had to be a way in. Hopefully this place would provide shelter from the rain. She approached the house and walked up the steps, and looked back down to the main street. Nobody was paying her any mind. She walked to one of the windows and pulled on the planks with her free hand to no avail. She mumbled something to herself and took the paper wrapped object and dropped it through the broken window with a thud, then tried with both hands. With a splintering sound. It came free and swung down. She smiled and climbed through before swing the plank back up and trying to shove the nail back into the window frame.
The interior of the house was covered with a thin layer of dust and smelled a bit like wet wood. She threw her hood back, revealing her face. She was a young woman with shoulder length reddish-brown hair and a long scar running down the left side of her face, next to the eye. She was a little shorter than most people and small-framed. She knelt down and began unwrapping the paper bundle.
The girl stopped outside an older house. It looked abandoned with the wooden planks nailed across the door and windows, but there had to be a way in. Hopefully this place would provide shelter from the rain. She approached the house and walked up the steps, and looked back down to the main street. Nobody was paying her any mind. She walked to one of the windows and pulled on the planks with her free hand to no avail. She mumbled something to herself and took the paper wrapped object and dropped it through the broken window with a thud, then tried with both hands. With a splintering sound. It came free and swung down. She smiled and climbed through before swing the plank back up and trying to shove the nail back into the window frame.
The interior of the house was covered with a thin layer of dust and smelled a bit like wet wood. She threw her hood back, revealing her face. She was a young woman with shoulder length reddish-brown hair and a long scar running down the left side of her face, next to the eye. She was a little shorter than most people and small-framed. She knelt down and began unwrapping the paper bundle.