Sanquin

She was petite, her bust flat as a bored with feminine hips. Almost like a doll. At first glance, one would guess a canine but the longer you looked, even more looked out of place. Hands and feet did not seem to be her own. Blue hair flowed from her scalp and along her spine hoops and ribbon were intertwined. Hip bones and ribs easily felt yet there was so much hope and optimism in those red eyes. Sanquin appeared stitched together, a twisted creation of some mad individual.

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