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.
Loneliness, sorrow... IP: 74.235.102.228 Posted on October 13, 2011 at 06:58:57 PM by Silent Rain;
My gray pools searched the great length of the cliff, my small, timber paws shaking. I hadn't planned on coming this far to turn back. And of course, I needed to run. Needed to be free from prisons of the past. And there was only one way to do that. To run, to journey and explore. I had come from Adoption Meadows, my first expidetion in this new terra. I walked on silent paws. It seemed the more I walked, the less ivory I became. I began looking exactly like my mother. I had always had some markings like her, but I've always been so pale. Which I guess is why they thought I had some arctic wolf in me. I darted up to the moutains base, carefully, slowly, checking each rock with a multi-hued timber paw to be sure it wouldn't move, even under my light weight. I'm a soldier. A soldier fighting a never-ending battle. One with others, but the biggest one with myself. And I learned from the greatest. Now, greatest to pups is their mom and dad. To me, greatest was my 'dad', if I should call him that. He obviously wasn't. Not at all, see, he was an arctic wolf, my mother a timber. I was checked shortly after both died, and they were surprised to see I was... Completely timber wolf. No trace of arctic. No white-wolf DNA in my cells... My real father is unknown. But all I do know, the one who I believed so long to be my father- His name was Rueben- was the world's greatest soldier trainer. I of course was picked to be the packs little guard, and upon doing so, I was to be trained.
Now, all those months of training were kicking in as I scaled the cliffs height. After dreadful hours of climbing, I hit the top and fell over, panting heavily. I scented another wolf but was too tired to run for cover. Slowly, slowly, my sides slowed their heavy heaving, and I jumped to my paws. I glanced around, finally catching sight of the wolf. A grown brute. I whimper softly, looking around for a place to hide. The voice in my head is practically yelling at me.
'Hide! Hide, idiot, hide! He'll kill you!' It screamed. I clenched my eyes closed and darted into some tall grasses. Of course the voice was right! Other wolves killed my parents and almost did me, whats stopping this brute from doing the same? But then the brute... He... Howled. Howled a song I totally agreed with, related with. I threw my crown back and howled a song in the same, melancholy voice he bared, against the small voices commands.
'Idiot! Now he knows your here. Your going to get us both killed!' I don't truthfully know why it said 'us both', for it was just a voice... Well, thats what they said. They would always say, 'Well, Rain, ll that is is your imagination. Not a real thing, pay it no attention.' But I... I knew what it was. It was a terrible evil that lived in me, came when my parents died and now glued to me.
I walked from the grass, looking at the brute, my fur ruffled and muscles locked as I waited. Replies: