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*Surreal* · 08-25-2013, 02:40 AM

Surreal

Silver paws graced over the sandy terrain, leaving delicate prints in their wake. Surreal was exploring again. It had been a while since she?d left Valhalla?s territory, and she was due for a trip. This time, she went east, instead of staying west. And this place was interesting. Rivers splintered in many directions, and most of the area was sandy. She could smell the sea. Valhalla had a sea side as well. Her mother had taken her there a few times, and Cormalin regularly took her there on his patrols. His light duty, he called it. The sea was open and vast on Valhalla?s shore, so one would be unable to launch an attack on that side. Sea wolves, maybe.

She gave a little bounce, then settled back into a trot as she listened to the far off hush and roar of the sea. Mismatched golden and blue gaze took in the sea birds that roved the skies, ears pricking to listen to their cries. Sea birds sounded so strange? Squeaky, raucous cries. Forest birds were so much prettier. Warbling twitters and beautiful trills. She loved her home. It was the best place in the world to her. She wanted to become the best warrior possible so she could protect it. Her tail waved gaily in the air. It was then that a stranger?s scent was carried to her on the wind. She paused, one paw raised in a elegant point as she analyzed the smell. Male, and about her age, but maybe a little older.

She decided to check it out, and padded forward, a light amount of caution in her movements. Strangers could be dangerous, and she wasn?t a fully trained fighter, though Cormalin and her mother had been teaching her a great deal, and she was turning out to be a natural. Still she was fast. He came into view, staring out over the water, a serious, almost angry look on his face. Surreal paused, undecided. Then spoke from where she stood, several feet away. "It?s pretty, isn?t it?? Her accent was a mixture of British, Highlander, and Russian, though her mother?s accent was taking over in the absence of her father?s Russian voice. It was light in tone, in the transition of slowly transforming from girl to woman. She hoped he wasn?t an enemy?

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