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The sun light awakened her to a new start of the day. But what would the day bring her? The question alone resounded inside her mind replaying from time to time. Asking the question that she could not have the answer to. What was going to happen to her and her family? Even if she was the first born of the family she softly wonders if her little sisters where more so wiser than herself? Brushing aside the fallen leafs and picking herself off of the ground. Shacking off the bad feelings of night as her boots crunched upon the dry leafs. As always her snake like hips rolled from side to side. Leather shirt brushing along her legs giving her plenty of room to move with out a sound, like the serpent she was nicked named after. Snake’s given nick name came from her fallen victims. Still not all of them felt her so called serpents bite. Only few, the few made her who she was this day. Traveling up her torso her creamy corset was out side of her lightly battered shirt. Even that could not console her womanly fetchers, legs strong but tanned by the sun. Never was Snake afraid of hard days work. Although Snake might complain to her sisters from time to time that they should be thankful of what she had given up for them. They where ladies after all, and she was a thief assassin. Still she would have not wanted any other life. For what women could jump off of the roof tops the way she did? What mere women could sneak into the kings very home? Always taking on the jobs none would take just to prove to the world that a woman was not just a thing to be trampled on. That was what got her into her whole mass in the first place.
