05-20-2010, 10:57 PM
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Marishka, lost in her thoughts, let her lilac gaze skim the oceans surface with an appreciative gleam. She felt as if she had been born of the ocean. Ever since her first experience of it when she had set sail to these new lands eight months before, blending into the life of a pirate with ease and life at sea as well. Now she could only admire it and occasionally dive into its silken embrace. She so craved for the feel of sea spray upon her face and the creak of damp, sturdy wood beneath her feet, feet which were well attuned to the ebb and flow of the untamed waters.
Finally deeming the top clean enough she rinsed it of the sand and pulled it out to ring it dry, it was then that a voice - of her own native tongue - disturbed her task. Her first thought, a thought that constantly lingered in the back of her mind, was that he had risen from his grave and come back for her. Hands trembling she turned swiftly, mahogany hair cascading around her shoulders as she tore her dagger from its sheath and held it facing downward, other hand held out defensively in a fighting stance. She calmed instantly when she realized it was not the man that she feared most but a stranger she had met some time ago at this very place when she had first came to this new land, a stranger whom was standing a fair distance away in what seemed to be anticipation of this very thing.
Dropping her knife it embedded itself into the sand and she relaxed her arms with a shrug and apologetic smile. “Рефлекс,” she explained dismissively, her voice a little shaky. It was only then that she noticed the soft, plush auburn fur of her breasts was exposed and she twirled just as quickly back around as she had before, body rigid. Slowly she bent down at the waist and picked up her discarded garment, ringing it out once more and pulling it over her head, settling it into place before turning back to face the older, cobalt man.
Shading her lilac eyes with long, full lashes she offered him her best smile and knelt down to retrieve her dagger, picking it up carefully and cleaning it thoroughly of debris. “Мы должны положить конец заседания, как это.” She said with a throaty, alluring chuckle while placing the dagger back in its sheath with ease. “Я надеюсь, что мы можем начать все сначала, что это.” With that said she rose back to her feet, brushing the sand from her fur before walking with a slow, casual sway towards him.
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Marishka, lost in her thoughts, let her lilac gaze skim the oceans surface with an appreciative gleam. She felt as if she had been born of the ocean. Ever since her first experience of it when she had set sail to these new lands eight months before, blending into the life of a pirate with ease and life at sea as well. Now she could only admire it and occasionally dive into its silken embrace. She so craved for the feel of sea spray upon her face and the creak of damp, sturdy wood beneath her feet, feet which were well attuned to the ebb and flow of the untamed waters.
Finally deeming the top clean enough she rinsed it of the sand and pulled it out to ring it dry, it was then that a voice - of her own native tongue - disturbed her task. Her first thought, a thought that constantly lingered in the back of her mind, was that he had risen from his grave and come back for her. Hands trembling she turned swiftly, mahogany hair cascading around her shoulders as she tore her dagger from its sheath and held it facing downward, other hand held out defensively in a fighting stance. She calmed instantly when she realized it was not the man that she feared most but a stranger she had met some time ago at this very place when she had first came to this new land, a stranger whom was standing a fair distance away in what seemed to be anticipation of this very thing.
Dropping her knife it embedded itself into the sand and she relaxed her arms with a shrug and apologetic smile. “Рефлекс,” she explained dismissively, her voice a little shaky. It was only then that she noticed the soft, plush auburn fur of her breasts was exposed and she twirled just as quickly back around as she had before, body rigid. Slowly she bent down at the waist and picked up her discarded garment, ringing it out once more and pulling it over her head, settling it into place before turning back to face the older, cobalt man.
Shading her lilac eyes with long, full lashes she offered him her best smile and knelt down to retrieve her dagger, picking it up carefully and cleaning it thoroughly of debris. “Мы должны положить конец заседания, как это.” She said with a throaty, alluring chuckle while placing the dagger back in its sheath with ease. “Я надеюсь, что мы можем начать все сначала, что это.” With that said she rose back to her feet, brushing the sand from her fur before walking with a slow, casual sway towards him.