originally posted in:The New Dojo
She jumps a little.
"J-just going for a walk... it helps me clear my head."
English
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*She nods* Hello then. My name is Cyan. You?
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"Im Snow, nice to meet you." She holds out a hand, covered in a mitten with a snowflake pattern.
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*She holds her hand out as well, shaking Snow's* Nice to meet you
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"So... what brings you outside?"
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Well, uh, I live out here
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"Oh. Is this your bench?"
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No, I live in these woods, as with the rest of the Exiled
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"Oh. Uhm.. ok."
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Pardon? What's up?
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"Uhm.." She looks up. "A few birds."
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I mean with you. You seem to be a bit off... Is there a problem?
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"Oh, me? No, nothing wrong. Not at the moment anyway..."
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Oh, alright. You just sounded a little uncomfortable is all
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"So...uhm..." She didnt really know what to talk about.
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So where did you come from?
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"Long story... if youre asking where i just came from, ive been staying at the Dojo for some time now, around two months."
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I have time
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"It's not something i like talking about..." She rubs her arm, specifically around her bicep. It could either be taken that she's nervous of remembering a past wound.
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oh...
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"I could give you the short version, just please dont ask for details.."
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Hmm. Alright.
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She took a deep breath. "Ok, so i used to be a normal arctic fox, about like two feet in total height, roaming the arctic wastes of Siberia on earth. Then one day around 14-15 years ago i had a run on with a very very passionate group of scientists who were testing genetic applications to alter a species permanently without major side effects like cancer, or growing another head. On day, supposedly when they were done changing me after a long period of tests, something happened and i managed to escape. Somehow i managed to get on board a freighter ship of some kind and got here. Eventually i found my way to the dojo and well... here i am."
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Well that's interesting. As for me, I used to live in the Underworld. I was the daughter of a God. But my father Exiled me from the Underworld when I was six. It was a dark time, my father was taking all of his sons and making them into War beasts, like my brother Mortar. I barely survived until a few men brought me in. 32,000 years later, that small group that took me in has become a large clan under my rule
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She nods. "Wow. I did not expect that."
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Not many do