With the waning sun of the afternoon light, the shadows came to play. Each one of these shadows danced as the light faded, the beautiful darkness showing its form. One person in particular loved these occurrences. Kuro stepped through the shades in the forest, taking in the nature. With her satchel over one shoulder, she walked through the nearing twilight, that beautiful darkness beginning to consume the land. Her purple eyes sparkled as the light went behind the hills in the distance, signaling the coming of the night. She smiled gently as she made her way past the leaves dancing in the wind. It was beautiful... nature at its purest form. Her black skirt fluttered in the breeze, her crimson sweater good enough for the night. She was rather open that evening, not wearing her trademark hoodie. In fact, her smooth legs were bare, the skirt barely covering any of her thighs. Her smile was brilliant and pure, loving the sights of nature.
However, that nature ended quite abruptly with the sharp shout of a person in pain. Curious, Kuro immediately followed the voice to its source. There was a boy not much younger than she sitting on a downed tree, favoring his leg. Kuro came up to the boy and sat down on the tree silently next to him.... the boy probably not even noticing her stealthy presence. She then saw him dump out his bag, but she couldn't see any sort of bandages in the mix. Realizing what he needed, she dug into her own satchel, looking for her own medical kit. Within seconds her kit came from the depths of the satchel, the medical tape removed. She then looked to the boy, smiling as she unrolled some of it and began to apply it to the wound. "That's quite the gash.... What's your name?" With those few words, she expected to start conversation.
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