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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2016 10:13:25 PM
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Nada scampered through the crowd, her small stature making her only noticeable to the man by the glow her body had, dimmed over her chest by the Vines and twigs that made up her "armor", and to which a "sword" was attached, made from a branch and a shard of iron, only a dagger to a normal person
She broke through and scampered up to the man's podium, mewling curiously
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[b]The man looked down at the goat-thing? with a sigh, and spoke up, his voice sharp as a knife, hard as iron. [/b] You have something to say? [b]He chuckled, not even sure if she [i]could[/i] say anything. [/b]
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She shrank from his voice, from where she came from it was obvious that she came from the dojo, but she understood his tone and what he said "Why....man....upset?" She must've been young, very, only standing at 3'6, and truthfully she was more of a cat-rabbit-spirit thing After listening to his words, she knew that the man was upset at someone, not the whole dojo, and......she didn't seem like one of the murderers or petty warriors he described, but a rather kind and gentle soul A clear and stark contrast to his words
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[b]The crowd began to mutter. Another warrior who couldn't protect them from the dangers of the world.[/b] Did you not see the monument? Every one of those names represents a dead person. A person who will never get their life back. Because [i]they[/i], despite their power, can't protect us from s single woman.
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"Try....talk?" She asked innocently, her face showing apprehenshion and fear, as she backed away some
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[b]The crowd started to grow angry. The creature was interrupting their gathering, for no apparent reason. The man poked the furry animal with his cane.[/b] Scat, kid... [b]He somewhat started to push you away with the walking tool. [/b]
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She grabbed it and with surprising strength pulled it from your grasp, or tried to, your grip would need to be sure and tight "No! Tell.....Me....Who...attack!"
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[b]He growled, and then sighed. [/b] Many people. People who reduce our bring to mere dust on their shoulders. And those so called saviors up there? Help us after oh, only a few hundred have been killed.
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"Then....talk....with.....them!" She said, tilting her head again
