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clemence wasn't a talker, a fighter maybe, but not a talker. she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself, where
they float around in the ocean of her mind. the tribe wasn't sociable so why should she be? they were savages, a
superior species born from the death of ancient creatures; words were beneath them. so silence it was, not that
it mattered, looking into the depths of her walnut brown eyes one could clearly read her like a book. clemence's
eyes were definitely the windows to her soul- defiance shined in them brighter than the stars above. just beyond
her stoic mask was a free-spirited poet with the mind of a lover- if the world she lived in forced her to become a
monster she would comply, but she wouldn't do it with a smile painted across her face. She might hunt the beasts
of the ocean with the teeth and claws of a demon but she wouldn't let her mind go to rot. fighting for power was
what the weak of mind did when they needed confirmation that they were valid and clemence didn't feel like her
tribe had to accept her, she accepted herself long ago. instead, she would use her fearsome strength of a hunter
to protect what she found worthy in the world, and she would do so until her last breath.
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