How could anyone deny it's beauty? It was different that she could have ever dreamed of. She stared at it, a large sledge hammer in her right hand, waiting to destroy it, but instead faced with something new. She dropped the hammer when she saw two old men, perhaps monks, begin to bow and knell before the shrine. She was more than two dozen meters away. Her clothing covered in blood, and her eyes in awe. She could hear them speaking, but could not make out the words. The weapon itself would fall behind foliage, from all of the many raining petals and flowers. This place was beautiful. "Excuse me miss!" one of the bald headed men would call out to her/ "Can we assist you?" he was so eager to help. A tear began to form in her eyes, only to be washed away with hate and disgust. She would make her way towards the man, her garments stained with blood. Her skin tainted, but her hair and her pants ever clean. "I have a feline that I'll be the one helping you." she would bow, her hands set upon her thighs as she did so. Her ivory hair bounced along with her ears that would twitch ever so, "Please furgive my appearance." and for once, for now at least, she would ask for her penance for only being able to listen for so long. | NAMELESS, THE MANJI WARLORD ■ Miss Manji ■
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