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: 50.53.174.248
Posted on November 28, 2011 at 02:09:49 AM by raylen
For a few hours now I've escaped the now cold, tension heavy atmosphere of Bright Moon to travel along the other lands of Blossom Forest. To many of the other members it might seem perfectly normal, but not to me. No, not anymore. I've composed myself for so long, built a facade of normality. I've laughed and joked and ran and played, but that is only a mask to hide my true feelings. Still there is contempt deep within, even if I've managed to let go of most of it. I can pretend as though I never knew Soul, never loved her, but that is only during the day... at night, it's as though her face is painted behind her eyelids. Visions and dreams of her, of us, of what we could've been. At one time hope would blossom within my chest, small sprouts like the beginning of a flower, but then that would be crushed, like shoots trampled under-paw. No longer do I think to pursue her and find her and beg for forgiveness, or even an apology. I do not know what is to forgive or to apologize for, but I would've. I wouldn't anymore. Slowly, I push my way along a rocky pass leading up around the cliff. I've been here, to Rainbow Cliff, twice. Once when I saw Soul, and once when I was thinking of Soul. My paws mold over jutting rocks and grainy pebbles along the path and as my motivation to keep going dwindles, so does the strength of my step. I trudge slowly, dragging my nimble feet and throwing rocks in small sprays around me. The gray dirt below stains the golden hue of the thin fur a barely saturated charcoal. The air grows thinner and the wind blows harder as I go up, but that does not stop me. I am determined to climb just once without thoughts of my lost and last love in my head. A familiar Arctic scent makes its way through my keen nose. Misty is a wolf I've recently discovered at Bright Moon's borders and I believe we are somewhat acquaintances now, if not friends. We share our tragedies and our broken pasts, one thing we have in common. I've taken to her faster than I've taken to many others save for my brothers, Rio and Tamlin; though Tamlin had indeed taken some time. My pace increases slightly and my meaningless gait grows brisk, into something with actual purpose. Although I am focused on one thing, I still notice the sights around me, and don't blink in fear of missing something. The sky is mostly cloudless, but a few long strips of white roll clumsily along. Between them, birds glide, dipping and swaying with the currents. I smile slightly, wondering what it would be like to be a bird. Seeing her rugged ivory frame up ahead, I watch as she skims along the side of the overhang and then stumbles back with eyes wide and a look of shock on her face. "You know," I say to her, as I stroll casually closer, possibly breaking her out of her reverie. "I once did that too. I was lost in my thoughts and I think I nearly did fall." A slight smile. I would've fallen for Soul, if I actually had. That's a nice thought, is it not? Planting myself on my haunches next to Misty, I turn my face to hers. "If I'm interrupting something, don't mind me." Then I add, "I wasn't following you, by the way." [ male | adult | teal eyed, golden furred | no love | no pups | second of bright moon ]
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- heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty November 28, 2011 at 02:54:31 AM
let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 28, 2011 at 03:11:39 AM
heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty November 28, 2011 at 03:57:58 AM
let me hate you, let me break you - By raylen November 28, 2011 at 05:41:19 AM
heart is breaking, barely breathing - By Misty November 28, 2011 at 09:35:01 PM
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