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[hxneystorm]

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[deerbroken]

Username: lavender towns
Kalon name: Cidhna
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"Never been here before," she says, a sly grin plastered on her face. The guard questioning her gives a suspicious look, but he can't put a name with her appearance, so he lets her pass by into the inner cities. Truth be told, she'd been here more times than she could count. Sometimes with a disguise, other times with her hair messily chopped off. Anything to look different from her wanted poster. They weren't around as much anymore; she'd been at sea for years, going in and out of villages and towns, robbing the stalls and markets in the night and disappearing before the next day passed. She'd taken from this place, too, the castle looming in the background of the quiet cobblestone streets of the town. Royalty hid inside the well-protected walls, and one day, she wants to make her way inside, get her hands on some of the royal jewels and treasures before heading back out to the waves again. She sighs, almost dreamily, while the poor guard watching her shakes his head in frustration. 


"Get moving," he says, and smacks the end of his spear on the stones that make up the street to emphasize his point. 


"I'm goin'," She says, rolling her eyes at the man before she disappears down the nearest alleyway.

As she visits shops, people ask her the same question. "Have you been here before?" "I remember your face." "I swear I've seen you, what was your name?"

Before they could get an answer from her, however, she would dismiss them and be gone before they knew she'd taken a few things from them. Eventually she found herself in front of the tavern, and as she heads inside, the owner stiffens. "No, not you again. Out."

She gives the man an innocent look, her tail curling behind her. "Who, me? I've done nothing wrong, good sir. Please, I just want a room for the night." He glares at her for a moment while he cleans out a tin mug used for mead, and looks her over once or twice before he sighs, giving a resigned nod.

"Fine. If you've got the coin, you can stay tonight. But no more. I want you gone by morning," he says, a warning tone in his voice.

"Oh I will be," she says, giving him a wide grin with ill intent hidden behind it. He grunts, angrily, but when she hands him the coins for the stay he takes them. He examines them for a moment to make sure they're real, and when they shine in the low light of the candles nearby he nods, puts a key on the wood of the front desk. Before she takes it, however, he puts his hand back over it, and gives the young woman a serious look.

"No trouble," he states, trying to intimidate the stranger into behaving.

"Of course not," she replies. He finally releases the key, and sighs, knowing he'll regret his decision in the morning.

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[Cyrano]

Username: s-simplicity
Kalon name: Peru
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