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A pair of almond-shaped oculars peered at the campus below, analyzing the horrid landscape with a look of pure disgust. Saccaro was highly ashamed of ever calling this place a 'santuary.' The suffering she had gone through and many, many battles; had made it a place full of sorrowful memories, but at the same time it contained ones she held the most precious. Still - the families had decided to make a school upon the grounds?! It was disasterous. A bruised and scabbed mandible rotated in a grinding fashion, her lower canines applying enough pressure to remind the she-wolf that it was still fractured. Grumbling under her breath, the fourteen year old moved forwards in a free fall, enjoying the flicker of content before hitting the ground in a shuddering stop. Shoulders rolling backwards at a jolt that pushed her mind back to reality, a guttural, animalistic hiss suppressed from her scarred, crimsoned lips.Licking the dried insicors, the female lamely stood to her regular, somewhat diminutive height. She was shorter than any male she knew, along with her female friends. The afghan's presence was built up of a lean contour, the attire was a simple school girl outfit that consisted of a black thigh-length skirt, white stockings, and a white button up shirt and concluding the girlish look was a gold tie that matched her eyes. The length of her thick wheat-hued mane curled the slightest around her lanky waistline, and at some points a few cowlicks made the cascading follicles stick up.Her appearance held a certain innocence, whilst on the inside she was a ferocious animal.
Now enjoying the warm breeze that blew against her sun kissed skin, the freshman president of the school strode forwards, only to tentatively climb the stairs to the main doors and push through the looming doorway to appear in a large, empty lobby. Windows stretched high into the sky, and the entire expanse of the building was rather bizarre. Both the Kiri and the Kono family were rich, so it was surprising that they had build a rather large school for all races to mingle.
Dropping a bag on a plush couch that sat in the corner of the room, Saccaro let out a soft huff of annoyance and brushed her white-gloved hands off on her Stygian colored skirt and grimaced as it left behind streaks of grit. She didn't like dressing this way, nor did she seem all too content to be one of the highlights of the school. Being the freshman president; gave her another responsibility other than keeping the Kiri family together.