DON'T TRUST ANYONE
Sharp silver eyes peered out of the corner alleyway, eyes that spoke of predator, but prey as well. Eyes of a hunter, a hunter that was hunted as well. Simply another wretched creature in the grand food chain of life. And of those, this one would appear to be more animal than human than most. As the lights in the ancient street lamps slowly flickered to life, a soft glow was cast on the crouched figure, crouched over to slash her ace with a small roadside fountain. The spout was dirty and rusted, but the thing didn't seem to care, turning it off once satisfied, and slowly straightening, water dripping from its face. If one looked a little more clearly, the true nature of the form could be seen. This was a common sight to behold on he streets of Central District. The thin, dirty form of a street rat.
Yuzuki Faerydae could probably live a better life if she wanted to. With her skills as a mage, she could easily gain money with jobs, ad develop a life of higher quality for herself. But at what cost? For the price of wearing dirty rags, living on the street, and eating filched goods, she had the best freedom she had known in her life. After all, who could do more than a nobody? Nobody noticed the poor little beggar as she slid a pie off the table. Nobody noticed her as she leap through the city. Should have no such freedom wearing crisp, colorful clothing and pretty jewelry! Who wanted jewelry anyways? It was such a hassle. So, here she was, the street rat by choice, spending another night out on the streets.
Yuzuki Faerydae could probably live a better life if she wanted to. With her skills as a mage, she could easily gain money with jobs, ad develop a life of higher quality for herself. But at what cost? For the price of wearing dirty rags, living on the street, and eating filched goods, she had the best freedom she had known in her life. After all, who could do more than a nobody? Nobody noticed the poor little beggar as she slid a pie off the table. Nobody noticed her as she leap through the city. Should have no such freedom wearing crisp, colorful clothing and pretty jewelry! Who wanted jewelry anyways? It was such a hassle. So, here she was, the street rat by choice, spending another night out on the streets.
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