The Kycen Bluez (p)

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A delicate smile appeared as he introduced himself and referred to her as angel. Oh, how could he be so wrong. Sadness struck her, simply the fact that she was rather the opposite of an angel, though her heart did not truly belong to the dark. She let out a small chuckle, looking away as if of a sudden blush was to embrace her cheeks. “ Thank you, but no, I am no angel." She let her silver eyes return to the male again, a distant sorrow hidden behind the orbs that was the mirror to her soul. “ I am simply Colibri. A pleasure to meet you, Kycen." A delicate name, Kycen. She ignored the maci and moved closer, step by step, towards the arden. She wanted to pick up the Macy and rip it apart.
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