[ P ] Underneath the Neon Moon

Paws pricked the world as she bounded forward, her steps light - airy… as if she was floating amongst the earth. Fur had been graced by various hues of cream and darkened green - baby breaths would flow along her main. Intertwining the stems to make sure they were fastened with graceful taste, had her chamber maids coerced in her getting ready she would be bedazzled with only that of the finest roses and sprinkled with diamond dust. She cared little for the theatrical portions of showing herself amongst the world. Having thought the dainty flowers were enough to elaborate her beauty but not overpower the natural hues of her coat. Piercing her gaze in the direction of the school, she could hear the murmuring of others behind her back. Friends were harder to find as most have created an undying friendship with one another and she was the last to incorporate herself into the school.

Winter turned into spring and she tried to find the male she had met in the beginning. The one who was kind enough to offer his support in aiding her to find her room. Now, her days had been spent huddling over a book. Gazing amongst the courtyard and wondered if she had made the right decision. Trading in her life of parties and making acquaintances to the world of those in the underclass. She had not associated herself yet with them, unsure how to approach and if they would indeed enjoy her presence without knowing she came from wealth. The Lady had found herself heading further away from the school. It would not harm exploring for a short while, get away from her stuffy room, and the glow of the candle that hurt her eyes.

Darkness settled in, leaving the sky to fight between the softened hue of the golden rays to the violet of the night sky. The sun had finished their fight and in the end, the darkness had taken to the sky. Their eyes adjusted as she had come to realize just how far she had come from the school. Genevieve’s scent had changed as there were no longer the same spices available from the tradesman. Instead, it gave off a fresh floral scent, much like fresh linen - gathered in a tomb of lavender with the underlying scent of driftwood.

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usk settled over the redwoods like a comforting blanket, shrouding the glaring rays of daylight that had dominated the hours in which Colburn normally found himself active. Sunlight ruled in the summer, forcing creatures of the night to stay in their dwellings. It made him feel restless. Too much time spent at rest when he could have been finding something to eat. Dark eyes shied away from the dying streaks of yellow cast by the setting sun, blurry eyes squinting as he stepped outside his little hideaway.

The scruffy stray ventured forth, skulking like a cat in the shadows, keeping an eye out for an unwitting mark who might have been kind enough to catch him breakfast. A floral scent drifted through the air, one that was unfamiliar enough to lure the twitching black nose off course and onto the path of the wandering student. Curiosity killed the cat or so they said, but for Colburn curiosity led to opportunity and he was never one to turn his nose up at a chance for fun even if his stomach protested against distraction.

Black eyes peered out from behind a younger redwood, catching sight of the wayward lady. An impish grin lined his inky lips and he prowled after her, intent on causing some mischief. "Boo!" he barked loudly, eyes sparkling with mischief. The trick never got old, no matter who he played it on.

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