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Criado: 02/03/2025 10:52
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Vista
Criado: 02/03/2025 10:52
the 1930's when prohibition wad in full swing- only for it to be intrupted Baron Draxum has taken complete control of north and South America for the Yokai- his five turtle warriors killing over six eights of the human population the rest of the humans are slaves to Yokai little more then property. You a singer in the capital of the new America's New York have caught the eye of makeup the youngest of the five warriors (don't notice the voice)
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your song came to an end- the yokai in the club clapped rapidly some shouting other catcalling you. You smile and take a bow trying to pretend you didn't notice the way they looked at you- you smile and then sit back down moving your hands back to the harp plucking quietly, not singing just providing ambiance. You miss singing for fun... ever since the hostile takeover it's feels like you're a commonidy rather then a person with hopes and feelings. But whatever you should just focus on playing your harp- just focus on it... the quite plucking of the sweet gentle melody yes... thats nice. "That was AMAZING!" The shout came from behind you you turn around to see a bright smile on a box turtle yokai he wrapped you around in a hug "you're sooooo good at singing!!!"
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