He pushed open the heavy wooden doors to freedom, glad to be out of the musty ancient cobbled walls of the court house. His taste had been the first sense to go after he changed, he was slowly losing touch but luck for him he still retained a sense of smell.
Marino inhaled a deep breath of sea air and went to put a saddle on his gigantic sea horse, the latest and fastest model that he paid a bag of gold doubloons for and the sea horse was worth every penny.
The day was unusually warm and they were getting a lot of sunlight, which was unusual for that time of year. He loved how the sun reflected brightly on the crystal waters and appreciated the ripple in waves.
He felt a glimmer of anticipation at the thought of going home and basking in the warmth of Juri's body heat. To this day he still didn't have a clue what about Juri that captivated his senses so easily but he felt like the more attached he got to her.
