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It was mid-evening, and Valkyrie had just finished dinner with her mama. Ryan was probably the very sun in the youngster's world, shining brighter than even the evening stars that momentarily caught her eye as she trekked quietly across their territory to the beach. She was allowed out until darkness struck the land, and she often pushed her boundaries just slightly to remain longer by the ocean. She promised never to go far into it, and for now was not necessarily interested in it. Swimming in that form was both tiring and awkward, though Val had never shifted before. She had very little concept of whether it was true or not that it was easier in the bipedal form she would, someday, achieve.
When she reached the shore, she took a customarily vigilant posture, sitting silently in the sand with a wide smile for the ocean that met with the coast in some sweet love, petting it like a lap dog and combining with it to make all the world's possibilities into one. Every opportunity possible was there in the crest of a tutelary wave offshore, protecting the pack as well as offering her every chance to make her life her own, as far as de le Poer was concerned; someday, she would reach them all.
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you don't wanna stick, trust me, it's cool
It was mid-evening, and Valkyrie had just finished dinner with her mama. Ryan was probably the very sun in the youngster's world, shining brighter than even the evening stars that momentarily caught her eye as she trekked quietly across their territory to the beach. She was allowed out until darkness struck the land, and she often pushed her boundaries just slightly to remain longer by the ocean. She promised never to go far into it, and for now was not necessarily interested in it. Swimming in that form was both tiring and awkward, though Val had never shifted before. She had very little concept of whether it was true or not that it was easier in the bipedal form she would, someday, achieve.
When she reached the shore, she took a customarily vigilant posture, sitting silently in the sand with a wide smile for the ocean that met with the coast in some sweet love, petting it like a lap dog and combining with it to make all the world's possibilities into one. Every opportunity possible was there in the crest of a tutelary wave offshore, protecting the pack as well as offering her every chance to make her life her own, as far as de le Poer was concerned; someday, she would reach them all.
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