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.
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Posted on November 19, 2011 at 01:16:59 AM by Crimson Helm
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Was it possible to feel like your life had taken a turn for the worst even though you had lost nothing? Was it wrong for a proud predator to have grown selfish enough to forbid any creature her patience? The seemingly, mindless questions rocked Crimsons brain each time returning with no sense of logic to what she asked. Crimson was not a believer in fate though she had to admit it was rather strange how her day had panned out. Her foolish search for Valiant had brought her a home and the friendship of a wolf she could relate to on a number of levels. Then again, i say friendship, perhaps a partner in the same belief would fit their relationship that touch better. Either way, the day had not brought that which she seeked, that being the ivory and scarlet male who had filled her abdomen with energy sucking little gremlins. The witch was still at a loss as to how it came to be in the first place. Out of every female to become trapped by the indispicable curse of reproduction, it had to be Crimson. Oh yeah, Tor would be up there laughing his fucking face off right about now. Although she had been welcomed to Malignant paws wide, Crimson had little interest in socializing with the rest of the lands inhabitants just yet. Besides, she wanted to hide the disgust growing inside of her as best she could. To think she believed she could hide her pregnancy from Queens? What the fuck had she been thinking? Any canine with as good a nose as that which her kind had been blessed with would be able to smell her motherhood from a mile off, this being the reason she decided against getting to know the pack just yet. Instead of sticking closer to the pack land, the scarlet and black cloaked huntress headed off in search of something more appealing, god only knows why she ended up at Rainbow Cliff. The rocky sculptures proved difficult to climb in her state yet the mental workout screamed out to her, which was she going to ignore? A challenge? Or the risk of harming her young? Exactly. By the time Crimson had reached the top her sides were heaving heavily to accomodate her greedy intake of oxygen. The girl refused to adjust her lifestyle for the burden she carried, that would be like the devil getting one over on her. No, she would deal with the consequences of her actions as necessary but she would in no way change herself to protect the little bastards that were now sharing her food intake and physical self. Once her breathing returns to normal Crimson shifts her paws one after the other, closing the gap between herself and the cliffs edge. Emerald gems directed forward look out to observe the scenery she found familiar having come to the cliff once before. It was peaceful, quiet.. Everything Crimson needed right now to give thought to her future. It was obvious she would be carrying the runts full term but she hadn't given much thought to what she would do after that. In the back of her mind, the image of her young romping together brought a touch of excitement.. Though she would never come out and admit that no more than she accepted the vision taking place before her minds eye. After some time, the bella' stretched out her limbs allowing her stomache to connect with the ground. The need to rest upon her and heavy Crimson didn't have the energy to object this time and before long, the protective veils are closing over her emerald spheres. Her mental hold eases its grasp allowing her thoughts to wander and become uncontrollable dreams. She was in no rush to get back to Malignant and even if she was, her body would not allow her to enter such exhaustion.. Hence the reason sleep turned out to be her only option.. ..Who knows.. Perhaps she would wake up to find everything a dream and nothing more.  |
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