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Revision as of 17:51, 20 March 2015
Togball Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field, a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears, “You lost, Elf?” The voice boomed. Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, “Maybe.” Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named Agonar Dokona
She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a silver bracelet, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, a glitzy ring pop cradling a flamboyant candy emerald, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, some snow-white cotton knickers adorned with pink glittered flowers and some fluffy white fur boots clasped on the side by rows of paw-shaped buckles.
A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
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