11-11-2009, 09:36 PM
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Arms pumped, her heart thudded as the golden and mahogany auburn Luperci fought the rough currents towards the rocky shore. Though the day was sunny and chilled it was a different story at sea; the waters were choppy and freezing in temperature, Marishka had always been a good swimmer though and fought gallantly against the current to reach a less treacherous part of the rock strewn shore. The strikingly featured and lilac eyed yearling had been at sea for at least a month now, aboard a ship with a less then reputable crew, though that was not the reason she had jumped ship. Marishka had always been random and almost dangerously fearless in her ways and after setting sight of this new and intriguing land from aboard the ship had decided to leave life at sea behind and explore the unknowns beyond.
So without a backwards glance she had left her new friends behind, jumping ship the moment she had caught sight of land without even a warning or goodbye. Now she had reached the shallows and delved beneath the water when ever a wave crashed over her, pushing her way through the bone chilling waters only to resurface with a strangled, teeth chattering gasp around the dagger she had placed firmly in her jaws, flipping her drenched mahogany locks back from her face as she now walked onto shore. Her black tank-top and jean short-shorts clung to the slight curve of her form, and damp golden-auburn fur as she shook from head to toe, nipples erect beneath the flimsy fabric of her top.
Marishka walked further onto the beach before wringing out her hair and flinging it back over her shoulder, gently grabbing her dagger from between her lips and placing it securely back into its hilt after she had drained it of sea water, turning as she did so to look back over the ocean and the receding silhouette of an unmarked ship. “Справедливые ветры и после морей, мои товарищи.” The Russian girl whispered into the wind, the beginnings of a smile twisting up the corners of her lips. Now she was as far as she could get from the memory of the man-she-would-not-name or at least as safe as her mind could be beyond the vast expanse of the sea.
Arms pumped, her heart thudded as the golden and mahogany auburn Luperci fought the rough currents towards the rocky shore. Though the day was sunny and chilled it was a different story at sea; the waters were choppy and freezing in temperature, Marishka had always been a good swimmer though and fought gallantly against the current to reach a less treacherous part of the rock strewn shore. The strikingly featured and lilac eyed yearling had been at sea for at least a month now, aboard a ship with a less then reputable crew, though that was not the reason she had jumped ship. Marishka had always been random and almost dangerously fearless in her ways and after setting sight of this new and intriguing land from aboard the ship had decided to leave life at sea behind and explore the unknowns beyond.
So without a backwards glance she had left her new friends behind, jumping ship the moment she had caught sight of land without even a warning or goodbye. Now she had reached the shallows and delved beneath the water when ever a wave crashed over her, pushing her way through the bone chilling waters only to resurface with a strangled, teeth chattering gasp around the dagger she had placed firmly in her jaws, flipping her drenched mahogany locks back from her face as she now walked onto shore. Her black tank-top and jean short-shorts clung to the slight curve of her form, and damp golden-auburn fur as she shook from head to toe, nipples erect beneath the flimsy fabric of her top.
Marishka walked further onto the beach before wringing out her hair and flinging it back over her shoulder, gently grabbing her dagger from between her lips and placing it securely back into its hilt after she had drained it of sea water, turning as she did so to look back over the ocean and the receding silhouette of an unmarked ship. “Справедливые ветры и после морей, мои товарищи.” The Russian girl whispered into the wind, the beginnings of a smile twisting up the corners of her lips. Now she was as far as she could get from the memory of the man-she-would-not-name or at least as safe as her mind could be beyond the vast expanse of the sea.