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Fauna

I stand at the front entrance and wave silently. Standing just inside the red cloth that drapes the tall black gold barriers. I move only my right arm, making to place myself in the very center of the large opening so people are forced to part around where I stand. None dare to walk within a three foot radius of me, and people make sideways glances away from where I stand. Occasionally a brave person’s gaze will find my hands or my neck, still not daring to look me in the eye. I know how intimidating I look, like death herself. But I can’t blame them for their gazes, I would be intimidated too.

I wear all black, a forbidden color to wear unless you’re a priest, and I am no priest. I would never consider myself one of those holy fools, their existence is a waste of the air that fills their lungs. But I have more right to wear this color than anyone else, more than any priest or king. But I can’t tell anyone that, that would put far too big of a target on my back. People would try to kill me, and I can’t have that, even if I would like the sparring practice.

I also wear a top hat, made of the smoothest and darkest silk I could find. Just below that I balance a black skull mask with delicate white floral detailing. The rest of my outfit consists of a tailcoat, corset, tight leather pants, heeled boots, and my sword that I keep close to me and hidden under my coat. Everything hugs close to my curves marking me as a woman. My entire ensemble is black, except my hair and eyes. Well, they are black just not in a mortal way. They are more than black— they consume the light, drawing it in.

I love her so much and we need to help her self esteem ahh, she deserves it  
Love y'all so much