Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 90.218.226.53
Posted on October 6, 2011 at 08:57:02 PM by P.S.G Sniper
After approaching the youth and letting my gentle lyrics spill forth to meet his patient auds, i had chose to stand and give him some space. My heart ached at the thought of him not remembering me, he had been so young when i had left. Still i kept faith.. Up until the crimson monster caused it to perish due to his shadowed and bitter words. A silent filled the atmosphere around us and for a moment or two i could only stand there and stare him down. My emotions flickering from sadness to anger. His acid tongue and disapointing lyrics had me questioning whether he did infact remember me and was just too angry at me to admit it. Or perhaps he didn't remember me at all and what he said was true, meanwhile Seline had her chance to dig in her claws and make him believe the very word Father was insulting. I was prepared to speak without really giving thought to what i was going to say. I was going in for the kill un-armed and uncertain. Little Quirino however beats me to it, throwing out another batch of independant lyrics to the atmosphere where my lobes had been waiting for them. A chuckle threatens to escape my throat when i observe his wounded being yet his pride is still in tact. Part of me blamed Seline for not educating the prince about me, but how could i blame her when i was the one who ran off giving her the impression i wanted nothing to do with my pups. I silently questioned whether or not Cade would feel the same way.. Along with the unanswered question - Would i ever be able to earn either of their trusts? The thought disheartened me and i considered picking myself up from the puddle of regret and heartache my son had reduced me to through his short, distasteful lyrics. Then again wouldn't that be running off? The same as i had in the first place? Now i had found him the last thing i wanted was to let him go. Perhaps i would bump in to Seline along the way.. Finally get round to expressing just how sorry i was for leaving and tell her my reasons for doing so. I wasn't sure whether Saladin would have already told her or not.. So i was unsure whether or not to drop the bombshell of the Satanican rulers demand before i left. Whilst lost in thought, i barely noticed little Quirino try his luck at a second attempt in climbing. My dial is quickly thrown to direct my emerald lookers upon the small image a short distance away. Having grown up with brutal, mass murdering canines who were the subject to many a wound, i came to the conclusion pretty quickly that he wouldn't get far on that paw. Most probably inheriting his stubborn nature from myself I stay back and let him figure it out himself. I begin to count back from ten and no sooner had i got to four was my son tumbling from his pityful attempt in acting like everything was fine. His short red limbs stumble infront of him sprawled in the most amusing fashion i couldn't help but laugh. I shake my apex and shift forward closing the distance Quirino himself had created between us. "Nice work, champ. Come on, let's go sort out that paw of yours hmm? And i'm not taking no for an answer." No sooner had i finished my lyrics was i turning in direction of a familiar place i'd learnt to be called Leisure Lake. Although it was indeed a family resort somewhat and perhaps the perfect oppertunity to get to know my boy that little better, perhaps spend some father-son time.. That wasn't my intention. The cold water provided at that specific location would help to clean the wound he had suffered and numb the pain to some degree. Giving him absalutely no chance to disaprove like i expected he would, i turn on my wolfish heels and head off in that particular direction. Wound first.. Then i would probably deliver him back to his mother.  |
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- just gotta grin and bear it - By Quirino October 10, 2011 at 12:40:13 PM
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