[center][h3] [color=a187be]Victoria Nikitina[/color] [/h3][/center]

Victoria had, at some point or another, found herself sitting in a small open section of the park where people hadn't wandered. The lush green grass padded her a seating place as she appeared to be talking to herself or the young canine waddling about her. She'd ignored most the people coming over and patting Kubik as she just called him away when she needed him, the sound of upset people, especially children when she done this made her partially smile just for a bit of amusement. Though Kubik, in her opinion needed to maintain the recall he'd already learned. 

She spoke lightly as she called the creature over, "[color=a187be]Kubik , Davay![/color]" As he moved within a closer proximity she'd pull a small little beef flavored treat from a pouch she carried, "[color=a187be]Khoroshiy Mal'chik![/color]" she'd praise him allowing him to eat the small piece. She'd been slowly working on teaching him to sit and she raised a hand with another small piece of treat, "[color=a187be]Kubik , Sidet'![/color]" the little velvet nasal of the husky trailed after the treat upwards and above his own body, causing his rump to hit the floor as his tail wagged upon yet another appraisal session and another treat.

Victoria would call that enough after a few repeats beforehand and leaned back to lay upon the greenery of the field, pale eyes trailing up to the bright blue sky as she smiled and made a light groan as Kubik began pouncing over her and mouthing at fingers, hands, arms and occasionally shoe laces, though he tried to play tug-of-war with those she'd just wiggle her feet to entertain him while she remained flat on her back. That was until an odd feeling began to itch in her wrist, barely moving to glance she'd pull that arm over her abdomen to meet the other where lengthy nails dug at the skin lightly trying to sustain what she expected was a usual itch.

After another short moment she'd sit up to find herself facing a rather curious Kubik and smiled lightly before the burning in her wrist suddenly intensified to a not so ignore-able feeling. Unclasping the metal backside of her watch she'd slide it up her forearm a bit to glance at the faintly glowing scripture etched into her flesh. The date ringing in her eyes as she took in a deep breath, '[i][color=a187be]Th-that's t-today,[/color][/i]' she'd think to herself, '[i][color=a187be]C-can't be today, no, I'm not ready, pick another day,[/color][/i]' she'd continue on, some parts muttered under her breath as she suddenly began to glance up at the shuffling crowds go by whilst wrapping her spare hand around her wrist trying to ease the sensation that made her skin crawl with nerves.