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"You've caught me in a generous mood." Voice soft with a growl, as if just have woken up. She sat there, orbs blinking away. She was one of the owners of the MydNyght Brew, a tavern new to the area, yet some years old. Her hair was flipped to the side, allowing the pale moon to accentuate the scar across her eye. Long, reaching from strawberry like locks to the scales along her jaw bone. Skin a fair pink, looking to have healed from many years ago, with no luck of scales to grow over it. Scales covered the bridge of her nose, ending in a pied pattern. Her jaw stretched, tongue slithering out in a yawn. Working as a tavern owner, with little help, surely took it's toll. She was still dressed for work, the kimono style barista attire fit her body well. Allowed for another of her scars to be shown off, one running along her shoulder, 'twas wider and the same state as the one over her orb, years old. One could watch the muscle twitch as it worked, dabbled in blue veins."Are you quite done?" Tone held more of a growl. Orbs sharp as the abyssal stare took hold, glowing to match her pupil color, tinting the scar lighter. It pulsed in time with the beating of ones own heart, flickering with the flame. One could barely make out the tools on the table in the background, mortar and pestle. She must have been working her trade before falling asleep. The barista was becoming known for another reason, very cause of why she had late night visitors. By the very magic she wielded, a glass vial appeared. Everything came back into focus, vial of gas or was it a clear liquid tinted the same amethyst? A liquid that smoked? The very vapors curling in on themselves inside the glass, oddly shaped. She sat leaning on her palm, legs splayed out relaxing. "If this is what you want..." Her tone was now soft, as she held the vial near her jaw, just out of reach. Daring one to reach for it, certain the fangs smiling would teach a lesson.The wind rustled the brush, a cool night still young. Trees waved, ferns clung to there base. Clouds rolled over head, bamboo weaved with the wind as if coming alive. Roots shot from the ground entangling the intruder, sunk below the cold earth. Breath heavy, it hung like the mist on a frozen morning. Dethawed only when deposited at the gates of her home unharmed. Large stone gray walls, topped with blueish roof tiles, gates made from light wood- shhhhk -locked tight. Surely reinforced with a spell or two. "Make sure to come by my stall and not my home. I can't guarantee next time..." Her voice echoed, everywhere, yet also in ones head. A promised threat.Hokori © 
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