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| Tweet Topic Started: Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:51 pm (113 Views) | |
| Lynx | Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:51 pm Post #1 |
 
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Lynx had Cosan’s cowl wrapped about her shoulder’s for warmth, but hadn’t put the hood up, leaving the effects of it unused. However with it so close she could easily pull it over her head and disappear into the magical darkness it created. She also had the kitten hood hanging from her belt, although she doubted she would use it right now. Perhaps in the cities or on the job it would be more useful. She left her hair down long and it swept down her back. As she walked she kept to the well worn path through the forest. In the dark the tree filtered the moonlight so that it hit the ground in shifting patterns as the wind blew the leaves and clouds drifted over the sky orb. She caught a branch or two underfoot but other than that the path was clear. She was headed into Kellen on another job. Life seemed to be full of them these days. The katana flung over her back was covered by the soft brown material of the cowl and she wore long boots up to her knees. A pair of trouser tucked into the boots served as another warmth against the quickly cooling air. Lysanne breathed in the crisp air and sighed, knowing her breath caught in the air. Just a few more hours and she could find an inn. |
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