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The still Autumn night is home to a gentle chill, long dark twin tails swaying gracefully to the will of the cool wind. Perhaps, to most, the evening would be relaxing, yet for someone who was unaware of the meaning of such a word nor had any desire to rest, the evening is no different from another.
it is simply the end to another uneventful day
Having spent the last ten minutes travelling through the forest in complete silence, even her footsteps are without noise, the sudden sound of a twig snapping is a gunshot to her finely tuned ears, alerting Rokku to another presence nearby. Not a second is wasted as her cannon materialises, taking her aim at the stranger as azure hues narrow, locking on to the stranger’s form.