Mutton Fist
Fist Artist
A planet full of trees, bugs, and an awful lot of green bushes to litter the ground. If not for the quick craftsmanship of the barely primitive creatures known as Ewoks, Mutton would had found herself lost in a matter of minutes. Her quick and nimble body slipped through curious creatures as they came around the public transport ship that brought her to a large village, and without waiting for introduction or trouble, she headed off on the street to explore what the part of the world had to offer.
It smelled strange, the village. Full of pots cooking and dust resting. Not to mention the several strangers who had an idea to tour the village as well, on her very week no less. Green eyes darted excitedly for things to do and people to meet, yet kept coming to a blank. She kept a open expression, walking her short legs in a random direction in hopes to find what she was looking for.
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It smelled strange, the village. Full of pots cooking and dust resting. Not to mention the several strangers who had an idea to tour the village as well, on her very week no less. Green eyes darted excitedly for things to do and people to meet, yet kept coming to a blank. She kept a open expression, walking her short legs in a random direction in hopes to find what she was looking for.
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