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Kage the shadow
Story:
When May was younger all she knew was dancing, many looked at her and her mother who cared for her alone, with disgust. She never knew why, but she thought what they did was beautiful. May saw millions of pictures telling a story flashing through her mind when her mother took just one step, dancing was an art. A beautiful art that told so many stories, you just had to pay attention to see them.
But one day her mother had went out to dance at night for a special party and had May stay home for it, May had reluctantly agreed and stayed all alone in what they called home. Her mother never returned though, she waited and practiced dancing until she realized her mother was never coming back. Stricken with grief and anger when a man had approached her and told her terrible news that had her mother in it, she continued to dance.
May never did frown as she did, never did she cry, she smiled and closed her eyes. Dancing as she told her story in the way she heard it, the agony shaking through her and the hatred, she didn't keep it in no. Not at all, she gracefully danced around with her fancy yet poor garment. Shaking away and dancing through it all, the only thing showing some emotions was how she stepped and how her jewels adorned her in such a way.
Her tear was golden, for she would never cry, her jewels hanging off her outfit in such a droopy way to show her loss. May would continue on... Now known as the beautiful dancer who could make flowers bloom with her every step, and in May, the flowers skyrocketing up just to meet her. The mysterious and beautiful flower blooming dancer. (mainly she dances where flowers are)
Kage the shadow
Story:
When May was younger all she knew was dancing, many looked at her and her mother who cared for her alone, with disgust. She never knew why, but she thought what they did was beautiful. May saw millions of pictures telling a story flashing through her mind when her mother took just one step, dancing was an art. A beautiful art that told so many stories, you just had to pay attention to see them.
But one day her mother had went out to dance at night for a special party and had May stay home for it, May had reluctantly agreed and stayed all alone in what they called home. Her mother never returned though, she waited and practiced dancing until she realized her mother was never coming back. Stricken with grief and anger when a man had approached her and told her terrible news that had her mother in it, she continued to dance.
May never did frown as she did, never did she cry, she smiled and closed her eyes. Dancing as she told her story in the way she heard it, the agony shaking through her and the hatred, she didn't keep it in no. Not at all, she gracefully danced around with her fancy yet poor garment. Shaking away and dancing through it all, the only thing showing some emotions was how she stepped and how her jewels adorned her in such a way.
Her tear was golden, for she would never cry, her jewels hanging off her outfit in such a droopy way to show her loss. May would continue on... Now known as the beautiful dancer who could make flowers bloom with her every step, and in May, the flowers skyrocketing up just to meet her. The mysterious and beautiful flower blooming dancer. (mainly she dances where flowers are)
