There were a few things that people would prefer not to know, but for Milala, she already knew quite a lot, some she shouldn't even know. One of them things that she was meant to know however, was that there is a guild dedicated to the people who would accept her for who she well and truly is. Not that it mattered properly or anything, but there are a few things to keep an eye on. Milala is a human, but she was an immortal one, having learnt the art of dying and rebirth wasn't so easy on the unholy one. She was sure that despite whats been in her little head, she will fit in.
Walking into the guild hall, the heels were clipping and clopping, desperate to be heard and desperate to make sounds in order for the others to be alerted to her presence.
"Hello!" The female chuckled as she bit her lower lip. "Is anyone in here?! I would like to join this guild!" Her sweet voice was loud and clear, and her confidence beamed in the vocal chords.
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Walking into the guild hall, the heels were clipping and clopping, desperate to be heard and desperate to make sounds in order for the others to be alerted to her presence.
"Hello!" The female chuckled as she bit her lower lip. "Is anyone in here?! I would like to join this guild!" Her sweet voice was loud and clear, and her confidence beamed in the vocal chords.
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