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Mardi gras eyes would flit across the terrain, taking a birds' eye view of her surroundings. The lithe and fit woman hung high above the terra firm, plastered to a particularly thick branch in an especially large tree. It was a great sprawling oak, one that was easy to climb if one knew how. And boy did she know how. Separated from her family, the exploratory Venetia found herself rather keen on finding them once again. Her nose had never been the best at tracking, but her party-colored eyes made up for that. From this vantage, the woman could see for miles around. Chestnut kissers would part to offer out a simple phrase, one that was meant for her ears only. Где они? Hushed tones would echo just a bit farther than she'd intended for them to, but the woman didn't worry much. Not many wolves spoke Russian anymore, and those that did were welcome to listen to her anytime. Claws gripping the tree branch, the woman would inch forward and into a more comfortable position, curling her tail around the limb for balance. Now if only her parents would show up. The great stone building was blocking some of her view, but she could still see them if they appeared.

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She was a dancer, her lithe bodice patrolling the earth was elegant prowess, divine in every right she was a Queen fit for her husband, a loving mother to her children, and an encourager with words. Her supple thighs would deliver her to the stony landscape. Black nails clicked against it lightly, and the female heard the subtle whisper fall over the stones. The scent grew to her liking, the accent to her amusement. Was it her darling? Her first born? Indeed. An elegant gait would come under possession by the cream woman, her tail lashing behind her rear happily. Disregarding her position for the time being her head would bow around a corner to find the young princess pressed against the Earth. Мой милый, я тебя нашел, наконец, Her words were a soft purr, her frame moving beside her Venetia, her blessing. A tongue would aim to place a motherly kiss upon the cheek of the small woman and a void in her heart filled as another of the family was accounted for.

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The limb the princess perched upon was only a few feet off of the ground, low enough to reach the neck and shoulders of an adult wolf if they came running by, but high enough to get her off of the ground. The dame would rest her chin upon her forepaws, lying still so that she would not fall from her pedestal. Her mother would soon arrive, whispering tones of elegant russian. Eyes would sparkle as she greeted her mother, reveling in the affection the queen poured upon her. Мама, я боялся, я не мог видеть вас снова. The girl had been quite worried, her life very much revolved around her mother and father, and with the two of them being away from her.. she had been very much lost. Of course, this wasn't a new sensation for the girl, as she was often getting herself into predicaments and having to be saved by one or both of her parents. It seemed this was no exception. The girl would slip from the tree elegantly, aiming to brush her side lovingly against her mother. A purr would vibrate in her chest as she did so, ears folding back in contentment. Где отец? Her parents were rarely seen apart, their bond so strong no sword could ever sever it. Haunch would rock back into a sitting position as she gazed into her mother's eyes. Speech,

Her tongue would groom her daughters cheek if but for a mere moment, the adoration for the young Bellator and Margox princess beaming within her breast. Her eyes would search for the blessed gaze that was her daughter's glare, the vermillion and violacious colors creating quite the effect. While upon the birth of the elegant princess it had been decided she would take the Margox name versus the Bellator and as it was declared she would be the future Margox matriarch should she, herself, reach an untimely demise, her betrothal to a Bellator would be ensured. It was the way things were. It was what was taught to them. "Ένα Margox, ειδικά, το ένα με το αίμα Bellator, δεν περιορίζεται εξαφανίζονται. Είμαστε αιώνια, μωρό μου," Her head would follow the path her daughter took as her bodice followed that of her own, her head resonating high, proud, not only for herself, but in the presence of a princess, 'twas only respectful to speak on an equal level. "Ο σύζυγός μου φέρνει οικογένεια μας εδώ. Θα την προβολή της περιοχής της Seracia. Τα υπόλοιπα είναι στην τύχη,"

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A smile would flutter on the girl's face, finding great pleasure in her mother's gentle caress. There was nothing better than the love of a mother, nothing stronger in the world. As her mother spoke to where her father was, Venetia nodded and offered up a query. Seracia, Вы говорите? Вы видели это? Что походит на это? Curiosity could not begin to describe her tone. Suddenly intrigued, the princess would fidget where she sat. The future was wide open, and somehow seemed surreal - as if life were moving slower now that the family had a plan. What if she didn't like it in Seracia.. and what if she did? Surely her father would not take them anywhere displeasing, but the thought of this Seracia being so unknown worried the dame. Eager ears twisted toward her dam, wondering what her response might be. Had father already taken her there, to show her around? Had arrangements for the family to reside there already been made? The number of questions that lurked in her mind were far too many to count. Party colored eyes danced back and forth as her tail followed suit, creeping across the earth and tapping at it almost relentlessly. Venetia was quite excitable when it came to situations like this. Speech,

Her daughter's questions would come and she would find quite the peace in the young woman's mind. Amonst themselves, questioning of motives was fine, she only prayed her daughter knew that she would have to silence herself and learn to get by with the way things were. Her head would roam the contours of her neck, her back. Her sweet Venetia, how she had been missed. Lovingly her tongue would leave another kiss upon her forehead and the small girl would receive a warm look, "Δεν ξέρω για anything Seracia, Βενετία. Ξέρω ότι ο πατέρας σας δεν θα είναι μαζί μας αρχικά. Σας βήμα-αδελφός, Lothaire, θα πρέπει να λάβει τα ηνία. Αναμείνετε να τον θέλουν να κάνουν μια νυμφεύω από εσάς. She would nod sweetly to the woman, the breadth of her body carefully warming hers and she would stare at her with perfect willingness to accept the road they would be on.


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The endless wonders that Seracia presented were hardly nothing to sneeze at. A pack, new wolves, exotic creatures unlike her family. Venetia adored her family, but the thought of meeting totally new wolves, strangers and pack members was enthralling. Packs were a whole new world to the girl, and provided a whole new crop of wolves to watch and spy on. Her mother would speak, not offering any information of merit about this Seracia they were to go to. She spoke of a step brother, Lothair, and an uncertain glean filtered through bi-colored eyes. Но где отец пошел? It wasn't as if she didn't trust Lothair, she just wasn't sure why their father had left him in charge, and where he had gone. Leaning into her mother, the girl would offer up another question, this one as out of place as the first. Жена? Мать, к которой я был бы обрученным? It wasn't a protest, merely a string of uncertainties flowing from her lips. She had been excited - once - but now.. now the girl was nervous and flighty, fidgeting at her mother's side. She would do what she needed for her family, and be the girl she was required to be, but no one said she had to be pleased with it all. Speech,