A woozy youth,

Vendrussel patrolled within the morning, crossing the light stoney path from Leviathan's Sepulcher and onto the Behemoth's Brim. It was a rare time for when the beach was not full of fog, and when saw the chance from the isle, the dragoness took her moment and ventured forward. It gave a gloomy attire though to the beach, for it was bleak with dusty stand and the driftwood that wandered through. Even the pined woods it rolled into gave but a mysterious look, as if someone was always watching her shadows..

Though she prowled on, an ocean eye giving a clear gaze around and freshly marking the borders.

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