Tuesday, January 24, 2017

100 Words a Day 1007

The stranger cast off her hood, revealing a visage that sent the guards screaming. Their pikes clattered to the ground. Her loose curls bounced as they fell free of the confines of her cloak, except for the side of her head that was shaved. Her eyes shone like emeralds in the sun, all six of them. With a wave of her cream-colored hand, smooth and hard as porcelain, she bade the door open. And it did so, crashing against the stone wall. A gust of plainer wind made her cloak billow, revealing the curves of the scale-covered body hidden beneath.

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