monsters

[Nikolai Russo]

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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... itable.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> serene sands, private for cercelee! ^^ -- The ocean was the woman he loved. It was great, vast, beautiful... had the sun in its eyes constantly, made the most melodious of sounds. Perhaps it was in his blood that he found sailing a particularly enjoyable passage, and yet a majority of his life had been spent on land, simply walking from place to place. Sure, Nikolai had sailed to the Canadian homestead some time ago (a few months, he thought?) and Russia was far, far away now. The sun was setting over the ocean, displaying a magnificent reflection onto the water and for the homesick beast; everything in these lands were so much different from Russia. Even the sunsets seemed worse, the air seemed tasteless and bland, the souls insignificant and uninteresting. The winters were just as cold, fortunately. Nikolai could appreciate the snow, but he had yet to find a creature or a place that held his interest for more than a few days. Perhaps coming from his homeland wasn't the greatest idea... well, at least his knowledge of the world would increase. It was what he wanted. "Oh, my dear Russia," he said into the wind as it rippled against his fur, resulting a discouraged sigh from the brute. The breeze that was carried over the ocean was always inevitably cold in the winter, and yet, he did not mind it in the least. He was a winter boy; spring and summertime were okay to look at, but he much preferred cold weather over warm. It would have been easy enough for him to find a ship to board and sail back to Europe--paths between countries to Russia were memorized and settled in his mind with a photographic-like memory--but finding a place to even sleep in those Canadian lands, he did not like. What he assumed to be once sandy beaches were coated in snow and icicles like daggers, but the unfreezing ocean still rustled and swept in its hearth. As he stood in the snow, looking out over the ocean, he wondered how he'd ended up there in the first place, but disregarded the thought for the time being.

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