Fishing for a smile.

Vladislava Kalashnikov · 09-02-2012, 07:29 PM

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(--) Eeee, this will be so much fun! 8D

The ever calming sounds of the tide called the Russian to return to the sea. Though where she lived back in Europe wasn't remotely close to the ocean at all, she remembered the evening she had left Russia very fondly, specifically because of the rolling waters at the harbor. The noise relaxed her deeply, much how binaural sound waves calmed a troubled mind, and she greatly enjoyed taking trips up to the bay to listen to the waves roll in.

As Vladislava neared the ocean, a content smile worked its way onto her dark face. It was a beautiful day, what with the bright sun shining down on her, the clear water crashing in and pulling back again, and a soft wind slicing the air. Her fur ruffled at the sea breeze, and her muscles felt less tense as she walked onward to the water. She was wearing her orange dress today, something she rarely did, to be honest, but her ultility belt littered with blades and daggers was still tightly wrapped around her waist beneath it—one could never be too careful, that much was for sure. Her earrings jingled with every step she took, and as she was merely inches from the water, she knelt into the soft sand, sighing with relief.

The water had intoxicated her enough where she didn't notice the ebony Luperci further down the beach, however, so, without a care in the world, she began to hum. It was a song her dear mother used to sing to her before she went to sleep, one about distant lands and untamed territories. It mentioned the oceans of the world frequently, though, which is why Vladi was humming it, and as her hands folded neatly into her lap, she felt as though nothing else could go wrong. All her pessimistic views of society vanished in those brief moments, and were instead replaced with dreams of what actually went right in history.

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