| Subject: Everything has a price |
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Surreal
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Date Posted: 18:25:08 11/07/04 Sun
Striding forward, with nary a glance around, came a woman. Her waist-length, silvery-blonde hair swished as she walked, floating like spider's silk when the occasional breeze brushed past her. She was small, only about 5'2", and slightly built. Black leather encased her slender body from head to toe. A low cut, black leather top fit snugly, pressing her ample bosom up and allowing others to catch a small peek. Black leather pants molded to her hips and thighs, looking like a second skin. Sturdy black boots covered her feet, and a black velvet cape swirled about her legs, completing the look. She wore no make-up, she had no need for it. Her skin was pale and flawless, her eyes slightly overlarge and a brilliant blue, her nose small, her lips full and lush, high cheekbones, and delicately pointed ears. She was gorgeous. And lethal. A deadly combination.
Slowing to a halt, she finally deigned to look around. The place seemed deserted, desolate. Had she really left civilization so far behind when she went to ground? Surreal didn't know exactly where she was, but she had figured she was still in the realm of the living. Although by the looks of it, she might not be far from the borderlands. A small hand, decorated by a single, dark-jewelled ring, swept up to brush away a tendril of hair, tucking it behind her ear. She let the hand fall to rest on her leather-clad hip, her other hand tapping black-tinted nails in a rhythmical tattoo against her other leg.
Casting another look around, she pursed her lips into a fine line. Nobody. Wonderful. What was she supposed to do if there was no one around?
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