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OOC// Bored. So I started a new thread! Please join it :3 PS, posts will not always be this large!
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The wind sung a lonesome song, melodic and warm. It rustled through the short fur of her arms and legs, caught in the tangles of wild and brilliant auburn that cascaded down the lady's shoulders. The plain green dress she wore with lucid grace bunched and flowed about her thighs, far too revealing to be modest but a humble scrap of material nonetheless. The ocean swelled meekly over her large paw-pads, perhaps the only thing about the woman that was not of picture perfection.
Alaine had hated her feet once, for being so large. Beauty had been everything then. But then she realized that she could run faster and longer with them, and knew the worth of that was far greater than beauty.
Her emerald eyes, strangely inverted such that their piercing stare was from a lighter green iris, gazed out at the endless waves of sea-green and brilliant, tranquil aqua. Gulls cried, their wings motionless as their ivory bodies hung like paper planes in the stifling, motionless air. The sun was brilliant today, the lady noted with a soft smile curving about her maw. She waded further into the water, fingertips toying with the little white ruffles of the waves.
There was much to do, back at the hotel. Her son was still recovering from the illness that plagued his lungs, and she knew that there was a high chance he would never fully recover. Also, there was the girl - Sylvie, her newest charge - to consider. Things had to be planned, catered for, children loved and disciplined in equal measures without slight nor fault. Eyes that were much, much older than her still youthful body shimmered at the thought. It had been hard with just Caillen, but as always, she would adapt. Survive. Thick lashes fluttered shut for a moment, a sigh released into the zephyr. Arms lifted above her head in a feline stretch, enjoying the coolness as beads of ocean water trickled down from her fingertips.
On an impulse, she pulled the green dress over her shoulders and tossed it back to the beach. Then, taking a deep breath, the young mother dived into the tepid waters, and disappeared beneath the rippling glassy surface. She stayed underneath a long time... Longer still. Just as it seemed there had never been a woman on the beach, or perhaps she had been swallowed by the sea itself, the water seemed to break apart and Alaine rose again in the shallows. Thick red-gold hair curled into glossy wet ringlets, which she teased absently with one hand, enjoying the feeling of the water cooling on her cream pelt.
She would return to the hotel soon... But not just yet.
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