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Post by Dante on Sept 18, 2009 12:20:48 GMT -8
Dante's small form stood in the middle of a field a small distance outside of Central. She had called Wrath to her a plan and plot unfurling as her mind moved. She had disguised herself slightly, putting in contacts and taking the color out of her black hair, she wore more childlike clothing and had a doll in her arms. A small porcelain one, blond curly hair, startling blue eyes and a traditional frock on the dolls frame.
She looked six at most, her red eyes turned blue from the contacts, she swept them around her looking. Her guard up she waited, she strummed her fingers through the dolls hair slightly, playing the part of a child in the field, waiting, just waiting for someone to pick her up. She herself looked like a doll, delicate, easily broken as if simply by approaching she could crack.
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