Maury, known as Flame
Some called her Maury, but most called her Flame, for she was fire. Fire--there's no other way to put it. Her pale, chalk white skin was set against green eyes. The eyes were deep, almost evil, showing no compassion--only destruction. Her lips were fire--big and full with a bloody, crimson color. Her hair was magnificent. It, too, was fire--raging red with blonde streaks. She pulled it up into a bun, but even that couldn't control it--it bushed out in firestorms behind her red scrunchy. Even her clothes revealed her fiery nature-her red cami looked like flames trying to burst from underneath her skin. Her tight, black, jeans were ripped in certain places, almost as if something had burnt a hole in it and then she ripped the burnt part out. She was, in every sense of the word, Fire.
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