#distrustfulness

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What makes human, human?                   Appearance, looks, personality... lies.                               ...——————Do you have a... heart?

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           had wandered into the Dragon's Realm

"...It's gone.." The dragon muttered under his breath, eyes widening almost in shock when he had realized that the markings... The rune markings that he made in order to seal one of the haunted spirits had disappeared. It was just a small wooden plate crafted with ancient writings, but without it.. The said spirit would be set free. He wasn't sure if someone mistaken it for a trash or something.. But now he was left with a problem. The sun was starting to set too, this wasn't good. The raven haired clenched his hands into fists, thinning his lips while he pushed his fingers through his hair and slumped against the tree, exhaling loudly, oblivious to the look a stranger was giving him. Well, a man who crouched down at the tree and mumbling to himself would surely.. look weird.

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Falling on her knees, she felt another punch hit her clear in the cheek and said nothing against it. She did nothing besides stay frozen as another hit was laid and she was forced to the ground in the alleyway. No fighting back . . . She couldn't do it -- even if she could easily get them off of her. . . "Dude, she's not even fightin' back --!" 

"Damn whore -- why don't you scream?" 

After the kick to her gut, those crimson eyes flickered and she just mumbled a few, Japanese like words. Seeming to stun them, they didn't realize the shadows crawling up their legs and she quickly slipped away as they screamed out in fear. Coughing and limping, she fixed her coat on her shoulders and walked onward down the American streets before bumping into someone. Squeaking, she took two quick steps back and gulped heavily. "S-sorry . . ." The seventeen year old mumbled, her black hair keeping well over those pointed ears. "I-I didn't mean to --." She mumbled off, her thoughts staying silent in her head.  I really need to stay in Telemora . . .