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Mayonaka mutters under her breathe as she rests her head on the palm of her hand. She sits bent over by the river. Her fox tail swishing back and forth. She had grown 2 feet taller like a bean stalk...then miraculously stopped. She had mastered...FINALLY the art of fencing...however it wasn't like the kind you'd get in classes. It was passed down from Black's descendants...each generation slightly different. Mayonaka had her own blade which was a simple thin rapier which she named, Whisp. She had just finished getting yelled at for leaving without permission...it was only to chase after a bear...a big one...
He shouldn't be that mad right?
((I'll type LATER))
 Mayonaka Taiyo · Tue May 10, 2005 @ 05:21am · 0 Comments |
