497 words tags For Leon and Detsu | It had been two years, two long hard years since Melissa Devaroux had been exiled from the small star shaped island, the village located upon that island had been home to her for many years, but her behaviour had cast doubts upon her living their. The villagers never really trusted her again since causing the death of Melanie. Even when her new friends Leonidas and Deku had come to the island, it was not enough. SHe adored those two boys, but the doubt and loathing brought upon her would eventually harden her once beautiful heart. You would not believe that this same girl, was the same one whom used to laugh and play tea parties with her father. Oh no she was very different. Her thievery was one of the main reasons she had been booted from the island, her hoard had sadly not came with her. Now within these past two years, she had been making a name for herself, not really anything major, just in terms of being a monster hunter. The brave female with fists of iron had taken it upon herself to rid the world of creatures so terrifying that they make grown men shite in their pants. One would not believe the sheer strength such a petite girl could hold within her hands, a female whom could hoist cannonballs with relative ease, whom could snap a spine within her feminine fingers. The wind was blowing gently, her black hair flowing to the right as it did so, the two pig tails in large bunches allowed her hair to generally refrain from covering her cute face, the sea blue eyes sparkling in the rays of the dying sun. The red coat hung to her body, showing of her slender figure, the small yet non-revealing skirt flowing in the same direction as her black hair. The knee high stockings revealing some flesh between the cut off from the skirt, and shoes that didn't really scream FASHINISTA. The sky was slowly filling with clouds, the sea below the cliff that she stood upon bashed against the side, yet upon that moon shaped island, all she could do was stare at the star shaped one that she had deemed home. To go back and say she was sorry, to apologize for all that she had done, yet she could not, it was not within her personality, rarely did she show her emotions, rarely would she let anyone in, an actress she could be, but what she truly felt would remain locked within her own mind and heart. Sitting upon the cliff face, she would reach to the side and open the picnic basket that she had brought, pulling out a single orange she would peel it gently before seperating it into pieces. Laying the pieces on a piece of cloth she would slowly pop a piece in to her mouth before chewing. All the time thinking about her home and the people she had met their. |
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