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Sorry for being gone for so long, I've been really busy with work and it's gotten pretty crazy for me.
Sorry for being gone for so long, I've just been going through a lot of shit recently. Work has wrung me out dry so badly I got fired from one of my jobs. I'll try my best to post something for Kyra.
I'm so sorry for a lack of posts! My work has just killed me utterly... I'll try for something tomorrow.
Anitta watched as everyone started to interact with each other. For a bunch of monsters, they seemed quite friendly! At least... Until the lich arrived. She boasted herself as better than the others, to which Anitta simply ignored. She suppose it wasn't surprising that some people in this guild was full of themselves. But Anitta certainly wasn't going to cause a problem. Another, Mark, was more than capable of getting into trouble himself. Initially Anitta saw Marx as a rather curious fellow; not many would call themselves heroes except the young or naive, and he didn't seem the type to be foolish. But his words towards the Lich, while perhaps not entirely undeserving towards the lich, showed that he had a particular view about her kind. Anitta wasn't sure how to feel about that. While she certainly had no particular love towards the undead, she doesn't have any hatred either. If one came to harm her, she would slay it, but she'd not go so far as to condemn all undead or anyone related to them. But perhaps that was only because Anitta has never confronted the undead before. Perhaps Marx has a tradgey in his life related to them. She shouldn't judge... Though Anitta still did.

"Please... Let's not fight..."

Things weren't looking much better when others joined in in both in the defense and opposition of both parties. Anitta watched but didn't participate, though seeing the two exchange verbal blows, Anitta did distance herself. And she started dancing. She planted her naginata into the ground to brace herself as she began to weave the magic around her. She expected violence and wished to stop them, but she knew that she couldn't simply stand between them or try to trade blows. She had a... Different idea. Onlookers would see Anitta dancing around with her naginata, twirling and weaving through the air. But the magically inclined could sense the flow of mana following her movements, growing in power and intensity. Some may even notice clouds starting to form. Anitta hoped that before her dance was done, everyone would have settled down peacefully. If not... Anitta could only hope for the best. But prepare for the worse.

Waiting for you, @Darkmoon Angel.
Anitta was never one to judge a book by it's cover. She's heard plenty of tales of brave heroes and mighty warriors who have fallen against a seemingly underestimating foe. And this lone debilitated building was no different. Sure, it may be empty. Sure, it lacked much charm or character... But it was going to be home. Her home. And where her legend begins. It's humble beginnings would only serve to make the rise to fortune and fame even grander. Anitta knew this.

As for her future company, Anitta was optimistic. While some communities and people distrust monsters, the Dawnstar tribe was no stranger to girls of different species. While still mostly human, Anitta was no stranger to the likes of beast, demons, and fairies. Admittedly many of the girls she saw here Anitta has never seen before, but she was certain that they would be good and honorable. If they weren't, Anitta would sort them out soon enough. Soon a meek young man came out to greet them, introducing himself as Neil. Apparently Bart went out to get furniture. How one man would do that himself Anitta wasn't sure, but she trusted that her new guild master knew what he was doing.

"Greetings," Anitta stepped forward and bowed. "I am Anitta the Blade Dancer, of the Dawnstar Tribe. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Please take good care of me." Anitta's voice was soft and gentle, like the hands of a seducer. Though she introduced herself, Anitta still wore her mask; the blank white wooden face plate hiding her expression. Only her cold blue eyes could be seen through the slits.
Uuuuugh three jobs....
@Norschtalen

A nobushi!!!

XD


Yup! I'm one of those filthy Nobushi Mains. I can't help it. The pokes are too real.

Edit: sorry for double posting! This was suppose to be edited into my previous post but I clicked submit first...
@PaulHaynek I did my edits!
I made a human! Albeit a human with magic, but hopefully she'll be able to carry her weight.

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