A time not my own (haruki and pony)

[the pony of death]

Auria groaned as she opened her eyes slowly lifting herself off the floor of an alley, she looked around cautiously she reached back popping her neck. She looked down at the ground a bit trying to regain her full awareness her long black hair shifting in the slight breeze. She was barely over five feet tall with a lean but curvy body. She was well proportioned but on the thin side with her D breasts tiny waist and small but round butt. Her attire was a series of layers, the first layer was simple with a dark purple top that stopped an inch below her breasts the sleeves were full length but fanned out at the end, and matching bottom that was a skirt with a piece a fabric stitched inside to keep her from exposing herself, these were both made of a light weight cotton material. The next layer was some light weight armor that was fit tightly to her body. The third layer was purple silk gown the would leave her ams exposed to show the cotton shirt, with slit on each side of her going all the way up her thighs to her hips. the final layer was a slightly thicker black cotton coat that flowed down the to ground with no sleeves. She carried a staff in hand, she walked out of the alley her fair skin almost pale seemed to glow in the sunlight. She looked around her icy blue eyes glancing all around things seemed very strange to her right now. She slowly walked across a dark and very hot path. She stopped as a sort of self propelled cart cried out at her. She stood there just staring at it when it did it again and lurched forward as if it were charging her. She lifted her staff spinning it then slammed it hard across the front of this strange invention. She quickly moved away soon being followed with boxes that created bright lights.

 

[Haruki-sama]

Matt was on the sidewalk, walking until he stopped and turned his head at what was going on. It seemed people could just never leave strangers well enough alone, especially those that looked foreign or other-worldly as she did. Rather taking an appreciation to her appearance though, he walked on over and looked around at all the flashing bulbs around them. Frowning, he looks over at Auria and shakes his head, then glances down and notices the staff in her hand. Reaching over, he tapped at it with his finger. "That may come in handy to drive these people out of sight. They're gawking too much."

He was really trying to help Auria out, never mind that he hoped to get to know her better. He was just human....nothing special with that, and he did stand a bit taller to her at five-foot eight. He was also clothed rather plainly. Jeans and a longsleeved shirt cover his lithe frame. His dark brown hair is cut short, eyes of brown looking to the crowd, then to her again.

 

[the pony of death]

Auria looked over at him she eyed him cautiously She grabbed him pulling him into a smaller ally than where she woke up she flicked her wrist a small dagger came into view she pointed it at his throat. "take me home...now" she flicked her wrist once more and the dagger was gone. She starred at him waiting for him to take her to where she would be safe for now. She watched him carefully as she started checking him for weapons of any kind she didn't want him to try anything with her. she pointed her finger in his face once she finished. "your home now its safe" she said barely able to form their strange words. She knew he would not betray her since he knew what she had.

 

[the pony of death]

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