Moonlit nights

*Venetia* · 04-11-2013, 07:51 PM

Nighttime was a very fine time of day - er, night. Sneaking and craftiness were her second nature, but almost any wolf could be sneaky and crafty during the wee hours of the night. Very little effort was required for the damsel, although she had not acted in her usual fashion on this night. Normally, she would have stalked the albino she-wolf for a while, watching her, observing her mannerisms to determine what sort of wolf she was, and whether she was worth further investigation. This time, she only sought to start a conversation. It had been a while since she'd talked to anyone, and the vibes from this female said that she might be an interesting subject to get her paws wet once more. Of course she should have known that her speech would not be interpreted. It was not likely that many wolves here spoke russian, and was even less likely that even if there were such wolves, that he would run into them. Still, she had done it without thinking, and there was no taking it back. The woman seemed polite, apologizing for her lack of understanding. Her words were soft, sweet, and gentle, the kind that her mother often spoke to her. Venetia relaxed her stance slightly, a smile cracking across her lips. Forgive me, sometimes I forget that not everyone speaks Russian.

I am Venetia Margox-Bellator, Ven for short, and you? Curiosity would send her head tilting to a degree, in such a manner that made her appear younger than her two years of life. It mattered little to the girl. Party-colored eyes examined the she-wolf, wondering who she was, where she belonged, and why she was here. Those same eyes shifted their gaze, adjusting upon the obsidian waves glimmering with moonlight. It was beautiful, really, something someone could never simply imagine. A night like this had to be experienced, not just dreamed. Cinnamon and creme frame shifted it's weight lightly as her vision transitioned back to the albino girl.

Speech,

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