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       Scout/Sabrina
       By: Sabby Date: April 10, 2013, 7:32 pm
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       A small, dirt path cut through the sun drenched forest. It
       didn't seem to have a preference for what type of tree grew in
       it, small birches grew next to still-rising evergreens, as well
       as maples serving as a rouge break in the greenery. The maples
       always seemed to change before the others, so they signaled the
       coming of fall. Even the sun seemed to shine a little chillier,
       despite being bright as ever. The path, if a person chose to
       follow it that way, led to a tiny, charming village. the dirt
       path led the way through town, and was never paved, despite the
       town's adaptions to a growing society. Shops and open markets
       lined the streets, and the houses were built right along side
       them. This small town, being run on produce and hunting, was
       very food oriented, so restaurants were always full to capacity,
       and mostly with tourists. But a tiny bar in the corner of town
       was still free of overt noise and lunacy, and that is where
       Sabrina lived, worked, and spent most of her free time. She was
       a great marker for who were locals and who weren't. Locals
       simply gave her a nod and ordered a drink, others stared for
       several minutes. And she stared right back.
       Her hair was always in best condition, silken and brunette,
       curling down to her waist in big swirls. She had what people
       seemed hell bent on calling a "womanly" figure, full breasts,
       large hips, and a waist that looked rather small compared to
       everything else. Still, it was not any of things that made
       people stare. It was her eyes, that swirled with every color of
       the known universe, even some colors not yet discovered. It was
       the mark of a goddess in her realm, but luckily no one from
       earth knew of this, thus her secret was safe. She was happy
       living like this, and talking with people while they drank their
       troubles away or celebrated. Today, she stood behind the
       counter, dressed in a pretty silk white strapless dress, idly
       cleaning glasses waiting for the drama of the day to unfold.
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