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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To live is to die, to die is to live. Pure is impure, impure is pure. Good is evil, evil is good...


If you could put the sweetest nectar of the Gods into pitches, you would indeed get an outcome that sounded like December’s vocal chords. The sound itself made Kouga fight to sustain the focus he’d been able to keep for so long. He could literally MELT into those lyrics. The way she pronounced his title- the vowels as her kissers moved. Oh Tor. And he could have counted the number of galaxies the male saw in her brilliantly coloured stargazers… that is… until she looked away. The bane of all things good… why had she broken that gaze? The handsome male flinched unconsciously when the gal’s voice came back with an unusual cruelty. Had he said something wrong? Oh. Keyna and Kori. Right. A pang of discomfort and guilt hit his pillars when he shifted, readjusting his position so that he could focus on something other than the way the miss’ lips movers, her sweet perfume, and her gorgeous pelt that was fluffy and overly cute- just what was needed to warm him up after a gust of wind brought the harsh reality of winter back to him.

“No, December… you’re right. It wasn’t a measly trick of the light that brought me here.” The masculine’s heart pounded against its chains, screaming to be let free…to feel what it wanted to, and be free from the grasp he had on it. I followed you here; I wanted to tell you-“ And that was all he got to say before the rocks cracked and crumbled. Instinctively, Kouga lowered to a squat on the ground, hunching painfully over the platform of rock he’d chosen to stand on. But it wasn’t him who fell. It was the one who had unlocked his heart once before. December. His heart leapt again, this time farther up into his larynx instead of just barely scraping against its confining. It was a breath of air that lurched him forward, just as she slipped even further, and the shocked titan cupped his ivories around her scruff, ignoring her words for his safety and he tugged, not caring if he bit into her. He wanted her… whole, or not, but he wanted her. He couldn’t keep going without her. His optics narrowed at the thought of him being uncapable of living without her presence in his day. So suddenly he’d become a Romeo? With the thought of his Juliet dying, the lovestruck imbecile had leapt into action, going down with her or bringing her back up. It would be the latter that was the outcome. Tug, pull, tug, pull, tug, pull. A low possessive growl took place and would later come to mind for inquiry- however, he was not worried with how he acted at the moment. Her safety was number one on the list of to-do’s.

Keeping himself low to the ground, Kouga slowly began moving back, as sled-dogs do when they know the ice underneath them is too thin to be safe. His plummage swept behind him, making sure that the guy managed to keep his balance despite the extra weight he took on. Tug, drag, pull, tug, drag, pull. It became a process that lasted for nearly five minutes, though it seemed like a lifetime. It was almost surreal… the situation could’ve indeed been stimulated by the utter frigidness of the days end nearing to its close. But with a moment, the dangerously lethal reality caused Kouga to move even quicker than he had been before, determined to pull her back to her legs. When she was finally on safe ground again, the male flopped down to his stomach, a rather comical look with his legs splayed out and jowls still wrapped securely around her scruff, though less tight than before so his grip wouldn’t strangle her. The action he’d taken was easier said than done, and it showed its impact on him by how his sides had started to move. His leg that had been injured when he’d met Keyna a while back was throbbing, needles stabbing into the muscle like a hundred killer bees imported from Africa. Panting seemed to be the only thing in the next few minutes that the handsome brujo was capable of doing. And then the demon raised his apex, eyes frostbitten with an emotion he’d never felt- except perhaps once. Fear of loss. His lips moved, and his voice worked, but he couldn’t hear himself. Kouga couldn’t process it entirely… the only word he caught was “love.” Instantly, his gazers flicked around nervously. Had he confessed something he himself had taken forever to figure out? The words that would reach Decembers audettes were these.

“Can you please wait until I’m done saying ‘I love you’ before you decide to fall to your death?!” And then it hit him. Exactly what he’d said. Wide eyes caught Decembers own gaze, scared to see her expression. Would she see his way of expressing himself to her, or would she ignore him?

Demon | Adult | Gray/Timber | Loveless | Saw Tooth

ooc: Hooray!
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