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.
Not the Ghost, But the Demon Any IP: 76.226.231.108 Posted on December 1, 2011 at 05:40:33 PM by Jasp
My red pelt blended in nicely with the reddish brown of the cliffs. My dark amber globes looked around for any sign of someone I could, lets say, torment. I was burning for someone to play with, though not in the puppish, usual playful way. No, my past wouldn't allow that. Instead, I was quite preferring a woman, though anything would do. My father had taught me that faes were simply play toys, things for male's entertainment and mating purposes. That was how I'd been brought up, and that's how I would stay. Any girls who crossed my path would leave bloody, abused, heartbroken, raped, and torn. Because that was how I rolled. My sister had been used as a mating practice dummy, my brother too weak to even survive the first few nights. But I rose to great power and victory, even ruling alongside my father in his huge pack that I barely even knew. And then, I got lost. It was a pretty night at first, the cool breeze blowing through my crimson hair, the night animals making their rustling and cooing noises. But then everything turned for the worst and instead I was caught in a viscous storm, right on the edges of our ever growing borderline, attempting to catch something to eat. The wind now whipped the trees and howled dangerously, the rain lashing at my face and sending sheets of it's liquid into my eyes, the trees dangerously creaking as if about to fall. I had gotten lost in my own terra and was sent to wandering the world until I came across this place; Blossom Forest it was apparently called. Either way, now I yearned for someone to cross me so I could have a bit of fun.
My long, strong limbs moved from a lazy walk into a trot, moving close to the edge of the cliffs. A multicolored rainbow shimmered in the blue sky, making the say seem perfect for anyone who liked that sort of pretty, butterflies and ponies sort of stuff. Not me, I preferred the shadows, but none were seen here so I was stuck in the blazing sun, shining down on my red and creamy-red bodice. Finding a stringy tree with barely any leaves nearby, I gratefully plopped in the tiny area of shade and waited for my next victim, my auds twisted around for any sound, my dark amber lanterns overlooking the view before me, my dark nose twitching for any scents of faes, either in heat (which I prefer) or not. Replies: