Takara had been running around the branches of the trees. One nimble step after the other, she made her way through the forest, steps so fast the branches barely even rustled.
A member of the Leon tribe, far on the edge of the Queen's territory. An extremely small outcast society, they were known for three distinct: Their craftsmanship, their beer and their shining golden manes. Coming from a different branch of ancestors, the Leons had a different body build than most other clans, making them one of the strongest fighters amongst the prairie.
Takara wore a long beige scarf, a black top with beige beige sleeves which showed her extremly toned stomach, a pair of baggy beige pants and long brown boots. Her black hair nearly reached the ground and covered her small thin tail. Her stomach was rumbling already, it had been a day since her last meal. That was when she spotted a mysterious housing amongst the trees. Slowing down her pace, she approached the building, her steps giving away no audible queues. Just like she was approaching a beast with the back turned to hers. Slow and steady. Until she had one foot set on the wooden floor.
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