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Zendora pulled the thin fabric over her face, her hood covering the fuchsia orbs gifted to her people. Her bright blue scale clusters glowing a blinding hue of blue, illuminating the chilly air around her. Since she had landed on this planet the changing weather had been something of interest to her, while all the other beings walked around in jackets and shook from the cold she moved as though nothing was present at all. Perhaps that was the reason why she didn't fit in to normal life here, though she doubted that was the biggest reason. Crossing over the ground she seemed to dance her way to the main tent, the dark shadows grabbing at her delicate frame, snatching at her dragging cloak sweeping the ground behind her. <br/>
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It would soon be her turn to perform, to glide and sway among the string that would attach to her metallic bones protruding from her teal skin. Brushing past the tent she surveyed the other performers, her eyes capture the acts going on and the various things being done around her. She wondered where the ring master had gone? Where the second was? She supposed they were beyond her sights, lifting a smooth leg she held it in the air her torso twisting downward, her hands stretching out to form a full body stretch that her people performed for the sake of show. Her joints loose and flexible to the point that this stretch in itself was odd. Zendora guessed she followed this human routine to fit in, to belong among the people she was exiled to; not that the job was easy. Still they bore beady eyes of judgment upon her whispering in hushed words at her appearance; that is until they saw her perform. Her body moving with a ghostly music that made her seem surreal on stage.</span></span>