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originally posted in:The New Dojo
originally posted in: THE DOJO
5/23/2017 11:23:33 AM
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[i]Through the ravaging storm and the flurry of pounding rain, the massive wooden doors of the Dojo released a slow creak, as they began to open, sliding mud and dirt out of the way as the gateway into the Dojo had been cleared. Inside, the lights were devoid, either shut off or knocked off by the storm from above. The dirt pathways were now thick mud, the Japanese-style buildings as quiet as ever, even as the storm only heightened in power.[/i] [i]From what may have been the ramparts, a figurine fell from about ten feet and landed within the Dojo, crashing down upon the mud and yet, landing quite efficiently. The being sighed, turning back to the fallen woman and beginning a quiet approach towards her: perhaps they were the one who opened the gates, in hopes of bringing the woman and her loyal companion within.[/i] [i]To describe the figurine - it was feminine. The female was around five feet and eight inches tall, her body frame being a mixture of athleticism and attractiveness, although it leaned more to the first of the two. Her body was clad within a carbon black skintight suit, complemented with oddly intricate designs consisting of dull gold. Over her suit was a black rain coat, pulled over her head to shield her from the pounding rain. She appeared not to be a combatant, due to the lack of armor and weaponry that she had upon her being.[/i] [i]One may have questioned why she was at the Dojo, then.[/i] [i]What could be seen of her facial features could be considered "pretty", by some at least: her face in general was a smooth, almost angular design, her skin a light tan in color. A dark black cloth hid away the lower half of her face, although the upper portion of her face was still visible. Her eyes were a light green in color, curiously yet worryingly staring upon the fallen woman and her pet. Strands of light blonde hair covered her right eye, as if her hairstyle was a curly bob of some sorts: the rest of her head was hidden by her hood. [/i] [i]Soon, she found herself about three feet away from the German shepherd and the fallen woman, kneeling down and studying the dog and the woman. She wanted to see it's reaction: she wanted it to see that she wouldn't hurt it's master.[/i]
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