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[glow=#000,1,400]SOME PRINCESSES DON’T BECOME QUEENS — ｡+ﾟ[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]It was dark, the nighttime sky encompassing all save for the softly glowing body of the burning canid. Her large ears were pulled forward and soft white smoke trailing from her nostrils as she walked slowly along the train tracks. The place she had been before was nice, the people okay but in the end she had left because it had not been right. It had been empty of what she had been looking for even if a strange familiarity had slowly seeped into her being from walking along the grasses. The strange smell of blood hanging in the air told her of pain and vengeance but she did not want to stay there. There was something that troubled her to be there for too long. So she left like the fleeting embers of a dying fire and there was nothing left of her form among the plains of the star watchers. Now instead she had found herself in a different area, the waves of this ocean sounded familiar and yet wrong at the same time. As if they were a sister to the voice she was searching for. A languishing sigh left the female's muzzle softly as she walked slowly up toward the gate, black gaze flicking over the skull, finding it oddly humorous.

A bell also caught her attention and yet she didn't ring. It mattered not as she stepped forward as if she was welcomed here. It was just a feeling she had and so she moved along the shoreline, listening to the waves as if they spoke to her but at the same time they didn't. It was all very odd and she tilted her head slightly before shaking it. "But you are still wrong..." There was warmth in these waves, the telling of a love untold and cut too short. A burning warmth shared by two individuals now lost. But she understood little of it and so she just sat down and watched the water as it moved against the sands that slipped between the toes of her paws. Sadness crept across the black maned wolf with a voice so detached and devoid of emotions.

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Brooding on the beach.

A favorite pastime, from what he could tell. Why wouldn't it be? Typhooners loved the ocean -most of them- and found comfort in the waves; it only made sense that they would seek some kind of solace there, even if it was time spent dwelling in darker thoughts and stewing. He was fairly certain most people were guilty of that, and he could remember not too long ago finding Luca lying in a hole he'd made in the sand, just draped inside of it. Finding a stranger sitting on their shore wasn't all that surprising, either. The waves had a gravity to them, beyond the sort that dragged the sand back and forth ceaselessly. It was a bit...tiring, almost, stumbling along people who hadn't bothered with the bell, if only because the gates were there for a reason.

Not everyone was as welcoming as Pip. Trespassing wasn't always taken lightly, although lately, things had been changing a bit. He didn't want to think about his father's absence, however, or the ripples that had made.

"The ocean is beautiful, but it's usually best to wait at the gate first. Are you only sight-seeing?" The young canine glanced at her expectantly with even, mismatched eyes.
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[glow=#000,1,400]SOME PRINCESSES DON’T BECOME QUEENS — ｡+ﾟ[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]"It is..." The female began slowly as if unsure of her words as she leaned forward. Tar like eyes narrowed upon the waves as she listened but slowly she seemed to swell with defeat before she looked at the individual that had approached her heated form. "But that still doesn't make it right." The waves were close though and she could feel it. Something was here or rather had been here and there were ties like thin strings holding this place to another. The other she would finally go and see for herself and perhaps then she would find her path there. Her paws were sore from her journey here but her stagnant expression of nothing seemed to prevail over anything that could be taken of note here. Instead she examined the male, a keen look entering her black eyes before she then shook her head at his last question. "No, I've seen this place before. I feel like I have and....it feels warm. Like a home away from home." The maned wolf hoped that wasn't confusing and he understood what she was talking about. If not that was fine too and she allowed her gaze to travel back to the waves, the song of lost lovers playing in her ears. Sorrow so deep seemed to clutch at her heart and she felt a single tear roll down her eye before she lifted a paw to brush it away.

"It's not the right one, but it's close. I'm just looking for where I belong." Simple and here eyes closed for a moment before she then dug into the sand to lift it up and watch it fall again. This place had once been a realm in which to take shelter from some kind of pain. She knew that much but who took shelter here she didn't know. The fire creature merely lowered her head a bit and she tried to understand but the only thing she was given were these feelings, feelings from someone else. It began to frustrate her and she didn't understand. With no memories at all she was beginning to wonder if she would be lost forever. The though actually scared her.

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