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Most people would find the dreary grey sky a symbol of despair, however Shandrila was quite different in that regard. The overcast shadowing of the usually brilliant blue sky gave her a chance to shed her hood, the bright sun being hidden behind the clouds. Her graceful ebon ears revealing her Vysstichi heritage as well as her shoulder blade length ivory hair could. It was as if Haya herself had deemed it time from the young harlot to move out into the world to explore and see what she could find in the way of entertainment.
Her black cloak was draped around her body, tied back against her so that it accentuated the curves of her female form instead of hiding them. A smile alighted upon her full lips as she walked across the snow strewn plain; the sound of her boots upon the powder the only sound that she made as she walked. Alone with her thoughts the young Vysstichi outcast wondered what it would take for her to regain her position among the houses of Har'oloth. Visions of her bloody dismissal from her family were still fresh in her mind as she wandered, so much so in fact that she almost missed the image of two humans ahead.
Slowing down, Shandrila watched them for a moment, and then deeming them to not be the type of human that may just shoot her on sight, Shandrila made up her mind to join the wayward humans. Though she was excited to make their aquiantance she was not a fool, not a complete one in any case. Loading her hand bow with a bolt she clipped it onto her body in easy reach should she need to snap it up for a shot. That done, she made her way towards the two men her hips swinging in a provacative fashion as she did so.
"Serale gentlemen. What are two handsome men like you doing out in a dreary cold place like this without a woman to warm you up?" she asked her voice a seductive hue as it came out in a small column of steam.
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