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what a nasty one he is
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It had been one day. One long and tense day. Her pink streak stood out in her lush wavy hair and her hand was shoved into it. All she could do was depate weather the truth about what she had done should be told to her father. Skylar shook her head. It didn't matter, she refused to think about it to much. The large white poets shirt hung three sizes to big on her, the laces at the top untied. The girls golden flecked eyes scanned over the area. She hadn't seen this place in a long time, and it didn't seem like anything had changed.
The grey coyote almost laughed at how much it hadn't changed. Sitting next to a tree she wondered where she was going to stay. Ever since she had left back to the port with her mother and brother she had taken up with Rex, the man who had raped her. She loved him for it, breaking her out of her shell. Ever since then she had followed with him on his ship, captins women as many would put it. Skylar had loved the adventure, had loved breaking free and not being afraid anymore. Her right ear was lined with earrings, parts of her hair braided and streaked with pink, while beads hung at the end of the thin braids. So what would life here be like? No Rex, no one she knew. It wasn't like she had spoke to her mother or brother often, hell they didn't even know she was here. The girl leaned back on the tree, what was this route going to bring.
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table by Syd
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