"And... you are who?"
Persia had gotten used to this question a lot; after all, it wasn't every day that you saw a woman with knife-like scars that were only tattoos, blue eyes, and black, blue, and red hair that also had black feathered wings. Whenever she appeared in her Lucain form, though, sometimes some people recognized her. However, that was not always the case.
"...no one important," she finally said to the woman at the food stand, walking away as she morphed into her Lucain form. She'd seen the fear in the woman's eyes; she evidently thought that the black wings she bore was the sign of a demon. Maybe that was not inaccurate; her fathers weren't exactly angels of the purest sense, now.
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Persia had gotten used to this question a lot; after all, it wasn't every day that you saw a woman with knife-like scars that were only tattoos, blue eyes, and black, blue, and red hair that also had black feathered wings. Whenever she appeared in her Lucain form, though, sometimes some people recognized her. However, that was not always the case.
"...no one important," she finally said to the woman at the food stand, walking away as she morphed into her Lucain form. She'd seen the fear in the woman's eyes; she evidently thought that the black wings she bore was the sign of a demon. Maybe that was not inaccurate; her fathers weren't exactly angels of the purest sense, now.
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