~~Crap, tried to make my intro and the power cut me off, then I had school. A lot happened so I'll try this again, going to make her go into the bar.~~
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Raksha stepped into the old bar, the boards creaking under her light footsteps. She kept the hodded cloak around her body as she walked up to the bar and sat on one of the stools. She placed her order in her native language, knowing the bartender, thinking what kind of ar it was, would know what she said. He did and went and got it. She paid him, extending a slender, pale, white arm through the break in her cloak handing him the money. She thanked him and turned sideways to look around the bar as she drank her drink. Her eyes reflected the night under the shadow of her cloak, their saphire blue color having a siler metallic essence in them.
She had shiny blue-black hair that reached past her knees, but it was braided and up in the hood of the cloak so no one could see. She was 18, but could pass for any age from 16 to 24 is she wanted to. A lot was happening on this planet, so she knew that if she stayed here for long, she would be captured again by the hunters, this time she wouln't be allowed escape. She knew one trick and that was to change her skin color to a deep blue and her hair to a firy red. But she was too tired with the disguise right now, so she had to be careful.
