Sticks and stones don't break my bones, but ruin lands excite me

Shakine had her simple bow and arrow slung over her shoulder. She had the EKRS uniform on but not the mask. Shania sighed." Is what we're wearing nessacary?" Shania asked, she too not wearing her mask. Her sister Shakine nodded." Yes." Shakine said. Shakine always looked get best. Golden paint eye lining her eyes, her beautiful black hair was now pinned up. And if it wasn't for the uniform she would have a black and gold dress on. For a woman who barely had money she really had taste. Then Shania. With her shy pretty look, her blind hair parting and then pinned up like her sister. Shania was eighteen and Shakine was only five years older than her.




Syria, the beautifully sassy horse trotted behind the girl in her own little uniform. The only one not apart of the trend was Baine. She was a tiny black cheetah. Rapped up and sleep inside a little pitched that was connected to the saddle on top of Syria. Shania slowed down just to have Suria at get side. Shakine sighed as she put the mask on." Lets go Shania, we gotta get started." Shania nodded as she too put on her mask.