(Human Form)
It was raining again.
It seemed to rain a lot in this place. Rhythm chanced a glance at the sky, her eyes quickly scanning over the clouds before a raindrop could blind her. She quickly dropped her head again, pulling her hood up over her dark purple hair; it didn’t seem to matter though. Rhythm was destined to be soaked.
A low growl rumbled at the back of her throat, long, serpentine spiked tail weaving in intricate patterns behind her as she sauntered down the boardwalk. Her boots thudded against the hard wood, and Rhythm glanced to the side to stare into the murky water surrounding the small, floating town.
For a minute, she was mesmerized by the sight of the raindrops splashing in the muddy water, but when something large drifted beneath the surface, creating a small wave in it’s wake, Rhythm decided it would be best if she hurried along. A few other brave souls had dared the storm as well; they passed her without much of a fuss, and occasional glance thrown this way or that. Rhythm didn’t seem to concerned with them; they were strangers after all.
Why should she concern herself with the opinions of someone she didn’t know? She’d never see them again anyways. She knew she looked rather odd; a purple haired woman in dark street clothes and a long, black and white tail? That would’ve made anyone pause, or so she thought. Did she truly look that strange?
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