[center] [b]Acacia Malikov [/b] [/center]

Raised emerald sights from the chocolate tinted canine in front of her; flickering views at every couple moving on the floor and every form shifting to converse with others. She rose to her feet and peered down at her canine, pale pink lips curling upwards towards her ears as she spoke in a gentle tone.

“[b]Pokhezhe, eto prosto nas dva dlya nashey sobstvennoy kompanii, da chto ty dumayesh’, ostat’sya ili uyti?[/b]” the words rolled effortlessly from her tongue as she awaited any signal he gave, sure he may not have understood most things, but he had a way of getting his idea across, she’d spent 19 years with him and knew every slight movement, vocal and notion he put across that no one else could pick up on.

After a few moment’s she peered around once more, rolling her shoulders back she stood tall, nearly 6 foot in height naturally the heels she wore pretty well put her right on that mark. Untamed weaves of auburn-haired girl dangled loosely over her shoulders chest and hung down her spines length. 

“[b]Davayte bluzhdat’ nekotoroya da mal’chik?[/b]” She glimpsed down at Koshmarik before she extended an elongated leg, the waves of emerald danced around the strides of moving limbs. Porcelain skin contrasting brightly against the darkened hue of the gown worn, and the unnatural eyes almost catlike in green binds stood out under the colours surrounding them.

As she moved she heard small collaborations of conversation, she headed for the large stair case and without stopping to confront anyone else she’d begin her stride up its lengths, a gentle slender hand ran up the smooth golden railing, the chill caused a light barrage of goose bumps to spread up the length of her uncovered arm. Heels clacking lightly as she took each step and reaching the top without disturbances she prayed she headed for a hallway to see where it lead, she wasn’t one to hang around crowds and if she could she’d find a quiet place to wait out till dinner.

This was in the chance she didn’t stumble anywhere she shouldn’t or run into anyone she didn’t need to. 

“[b]Wow, this place is a palace.[/b]” is all she managed as she studied the walls, doors, ceilings and decorations as she moved.

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[center] [b]Koshmarik [/b] [/center]
Listened lightly as she continued to speak to him, eventually she stopped, the last thing he heard from her in that conversation was “[i]My ne dolzhny byt’ zdes’, my ne podkhadyat, I eto tak unusual dlya vsekh, chtoby, kashetzya, neyestestvenno, theres to ne tak v etom meste.[/i]”

As his tawny hues followed her movements he backed up a small distance allowing her space. The long almost old fashioned gown glazed over her legs as she moved and he listened as she spoke to him. The accent of hers was natural to him, each word she spoke run in his ears, each word he understood from the years he’d spent by her side, no one else knew of his age, he was only two or even three to their eyes, he was honestly a lot older.

As she asked if he wanted to wander he flickered a light ear towards one side of the room before angling them back at her, velvet nose panels pulling in as he emit a light huffing notion. Before he knew it he was trailing after her, light paws scraping as he began his ascension up the staircase by her side. Two chains around his neck clinking as he moved and the harness hardly budged as he moved, the leash dangling without any tension as he stared ahead, once up he continued following, if she stopped he’d stop as well as if reading her mind. 

He watched as the scenery of the building passed him and his mistress, they made their way down a hall and he grew uncertain of the decision his mistress had made on where exactly to go.