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: 50.76.179.253
Posted on December 14, 2011 at 06:45:41 AM by Stormy Horizon
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Stormy Horizon ______________________________________________________________________ Four supple, beige appendages fall upon the exterior of the ground in a continuous, nevertheless hasty gait. A sound canter which not once waivers, and pray it under no circumstances does, for this will mean the expiring of the lass. After returning to the pack of which the fatale had in earlier times possessed, she came to have merely a cold shoulder and numerous backs turned to her, the girl was given a doleful obligation worthy of one not even considered part of the flourishing pack. Look after the land, and the puppies; a repulsive shame that the sylph had merely bobbed her delicate cranium and accepted with as much curtsey as physically imaginable for a former alphaess. At this moment the lass was found playing hooky merely hours in advance of when the hunt would go out. Nemo would lead, and Ruik had declared he would remain in the territory, and the slender fledgling feared this was only to expulse her from her current place of residence; Spring Grounds. Tail tucked the girl bolted from the scene for a touch of deep meditation before her ever looming confrontation with Ruik. Could she find the words, to plead for clemency, to beg for compassion, and regain the approval of the one person she trusted most in these lands? The girl’s ocean hued optics blink slowly as tears blur her vision. She had on no occasion supposed it would be Ruik she needs worry about. Vladimir, perhaps. Kintusuki, it could be. Any of the wolves she dubbed omega she wouldn’t put it past them. She could somehow imagine everyone ultimately turning on her for one reason or another but the girl had trusted Ruik as her right hand man, left her pack in his paws, having faith that he was fully skilled enough to run it to the extent necessary. And what a brilliant, remarkable job he had accomplished. The brujo had somehow succeeded in keeping the pack intact after her departure –not that for even the slightest of moments had the sylph had mistrusted his capacity to do so-. And with what appeared to be ease, aside from the challenge the male had been forced to face. -but not because of her cowardice, no, the lass did not play the role of a weakling even if she were labeled deserter.- Finally the adolescent set her sentiments to the side, her previously snowy paws now roughed up from her careless steps while walking blindly and attempting to force back choked tears. Could she explain to Ruik why leaving had been necessary? If the fatale could possibly locate the lyrics she so frantically needed -desired even-. The words she craved to enlighten the alpha why he should not turn both tooth and nail in her direction and drive her worthless, selfish, incapable corpse off the land he now owns, then, and only then would she would return. She would not think twice, no the danseuse would not even hesitate for the smallest sliver of a second. Amidst these both dark and traitorous thoughts that continued to plague the fragile bird’s thoughts, -these drown out all else leaving her in a tumult of misery and drowning in feelings of worthlessness.- a tall scarp shattered the flattened plain, posing a challenge. With a depressed sigh the tender sylph lifts her delicate cranium up toward the heavens, watching as the peak of the cliff vanishes behind a thin, gauzy layer of clouds and mist. Should the fatale try, would she succeed, or would she once again plummet to the earth in a failure worthy of only herself? Perhaps however this craggy mountain is exactly the excruciating challenge the girl needs. Should she succeed the nymph would return to her former place of residence, bold and no longer afraid of what Ruik may say or do. However should the fatale fail, she need not ever fear again what should happen to her life, for it would mean the perishing of her existence. Yes her very flame, which flutters weakly, which would be so easily extinguished without this challenge, would vanish forever. Her slender, bruised frame would lay broken under some rocky crag until the creatures of the earth removed it slowly. Her tattered paws lift sluggishly, dragging her physique headlong in the direction of the foundation of the craggy mountain. One bloodied, broken foot at a time, she trudged forward; dragging her body toward either her demise or her emancipation. Her whole essence cries out in an ineffective protest, pleading, yes begging herself not to set such high stakes, for something that may possibly not even be worth death. And yet what if it was? Drawing a slow, deep breath through her nostrils the girl crouches down low to the rocky earth, coiling her well-developed muscles and rocking forward the sylph pushes off her bloodied paws, sending her body in an up and forward launch toward the next cliff. Moving from one cliff to the next in this manner, the slender lass’ thin structure began wearing out after only a few moments of this physical exertion. Her flanks sweaty and heaving after only half an hour despite her firm muscular build, the girl lacks any sort of stamina, and so she lays down rolling onto her side as her breathing comes faster and shallower. A thick, black darkness covers over the girl’s dusty physique as the deprived female passes out, her need, her desire for both water, and nutrition finally take their toll on her shattered frame. Time slips by slowly, one minute, then five, then twenty, then an hour. However the girl pays no heed as her body attempts to heal itself, it works vigorously on her grey and white frame frantically trying to keep her pulse stable. Finally the girl awakens, but the cause for this arousal is unknown. Faintly, the barest trace of something living is wafted through the air. With a renewed vigor the girl springs forward once more driving her body to coil and uncoil, pursuing that vague source of life. She yearned for another soul, some sort of companion, some source to draw security and comfort from. Stretching her branches one final time the girl reaches for the last overhang, her front paws clutching a firm hold on the rocky soil, however the lass yelps as her rear supports dangle down, tormenting the girl as she skids further, letting her life wobble on the edge of the cliff. Her traumatized voice resonates through the canyon, and all of a sudden just as it seemed there could possibly be a soul coming to redeem her; the bird lost her grip, and plummeted downward, falling, writhing, her voice shattering the silence and bouncing off canyon walls. Stormy toned skull jolts skyward, a icy panic clasping the girl’s innermost organs, knotting them tightly and sending them into a tumult of terror. Slowly as the girl awakens, and she takes in the picture around her, the fatale discovers that it was simply a hallucination, a dream. Naught anything to be feared at all. Hauling her body up onto her fragile limbs the girl glances around, her legs quavering unsteadily. With a slight whimper the coryphée gazes at the sight before her. She was too drained to pivot and return home, but what if she is unable to make it to the top. Will her dream become reality? Her throat closes in a choked terror as her muscles coil, and she leaps forward, landing upon the next section with her snout in the dirt. Again she wrenches her body upwards throwing it upon the next cliff, and then the next and the next, taking a prolonged period of time to pull herself together before flinging herself through the air again. One more cliff, one final time, and the slim danseuse can die content knowing she really can accomplish anything. However as her muzzle slaps the earth one last time, she finds her dusty, bruised, and bloody grey form at the paws of a small creature. With a muffled breath the girl collects the last bit of her strength to rise before the undersized… wolf? The girl had no ability to even ponder the question. “Can you help me?” Word count: 1,373 ______________________________________________________________________ 
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