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Foreign Lands
Topic Started: Sun Oct 3, 2004 2:32 pm (104 Views)
Tsume
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Tsume stumbbled into the tavern mainly by accident, but since she was there, what else to do but make the best of it? She was still getting used to her new body, not use to being in the form of a human, and constricted in her movement, enjoying her past forms in other lives more then this. She wrapped her wings around her cloth clad body, watching those around her very closely, dark eyes taking in each being on their own before she finally had made her way to the bar top and stopped, looking towards the bar tender before hesistating. "Water... Please...." Her voice was raspy, and seemed as if it hadn't been used in a long time. She put a hand to her throat, rubbing her neck, disliking the strain speaking put on her vocal cords.

She waited for her drink, watching those around her, somewhat uneasy, though all necessary body parts were clad, her back was still bare, and her legs from the mid-thigh down, were bare also, giving her a somewhat naked feeling.

She listened to the endless commotion of the others in the tavern, listening to bits and pieces of a few of the near-by conversations before going off and sitting down, listening to other conversations, curious, but cautious, of those around her.
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