Post by aya on Mar 1, 2011 17:00:14 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] The bustling street of Archades were alive with the harsh banshee like cries of the merchants trying to sell their wares, the joyous laughter of children who ran around ignorant to the fate that awaited them in the line, the occasionally bustling jousle by a thief who attempted to empty your pockets and finally the chrous of moving feet which bordered a stampede; these were proofs that everyone had existed and left their mark upon the ground, but of course those left in the dirt were often washed away. Within the crowd of shoppers lingered an almost ghostly phatasmic child; one who was as pale as ivory and had the complexion that rivaled even porcelain. A few eyes would stop to linger on the child as he moved down the streets; unlike many of them his skin was completely ashen while all of them typically had an almost browned or honey-roasted tone. While some of them had vibrant shades of blonde hair that was like shafts of sunlight, dark shades of chocolate of various textures and burnt degrees and finally some had whitish hair and a few even had black; so he was labeled as a minorty and stuck out with his sabel hair that flowed to his shoulders blades. He was adorned in rather intricate clothing which he had bought from this city; it’s quality was superior to some of the things he had worn from Wutaii yet it lacked indivuality and beauty, but in exchange it gave Miumi a hardened and slightly sophisicated and provocative look. He adjusted the variety of leather straps which clung to his arms revealing his milky white shoulder blades and fiddling with the main strap that went from his left shoulder blade to the mid-point of his right arm; of course this design covered very little of MIumi’s narrow shoulder blades and collarbone. While he walked the sudden flare of his shirt was made apparent by the minute zephry that slid through the hot city streets. His stomach which was slightly defined and was all that same ivory paleness save a single spot; which was as black as night and had an almost heart shape to it but there was a jagged split which was a division of the old and the new Miumi, yet he wore it proudly as the mark came from a deadly poisonious spider so that mark was labeled as necrosis which had been treated before it did too much damage. The soft jingle of chains rang melodically as they would gingerly brush against his legs which were rather scantily clothed by a mini skirt of black and red checkered designs; of course. Underneath the skirt were a pair of tights which made Miumi’s gender far harder to distinguish without being directly underneath him; at which point you’d probably be starring at the bottom of his foot or seeing black. The soft leather shoes he wore were designed to allow full range of moment the straps that slid up his legs to just short of his knee caps. A soft smile adorned his face as he would spiral among the crowd until he crashed into someone. HE assumed it was their chest but it was rather flat. AS he gazed up it was an almost intricate blue haired maiden. Then he thought back to what he had felt when he crashed into them; they were definately a male. That was only furhtered by a quick scan of the structure of hte body. “.. Im sorry sir....”.” He said so in a rather gentle and almost shy tone. |
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