Moonlit nights

*Venetia* · 04-02-2013, 08:32 PM

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The blackness of night was by far her favorite light to travel by. The moon shone high above her, as the coolness of the dark enveloped her cinnamon frame. Lithe and agile as she was, the girl didn't make a sound as she creeped across the terrain. Grass wet with dew kept her footsteps muffled as she slunk around looking for something to do. Salty air drifted into her nostrils as she moved forward delicately, nimble on long legs. Her mother would not condone the princess moving at such an hour of the night, but Venetia rarely gave much thought to the wishes of her parents - at least not when it came to exploring. Her heart was wild, untamed, and desired to be free. This way, it always would be.

Even now as she stalked toward the ocean, Venetia kept her eyes out for a worthy target to keep under watchful party-colored eyes. Venetia Margox-Bellator raised her head proudly, appearing very much a young pup in the cloaking light of the moon, as she noted a shimmering white figure standing in the surf. Venetia had always been perplexed by oceans. What made them churn like they did? Why was their water not safe to drink? Curiosity baited her forth as she approached to the right of the dame in the water, a light bark announcing her presence. She would utter russian words, almost seeming to forget that most other wolves didn't speak her native tongue. Это - красивая ночь.

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