Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.

A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.

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The Fire'll Get Us All
IP: 71.13.52.17

Diana
Goddess Of The Vílami

It all happened in a flash. one second I was alone, the next I was surrounded. I looked down, and slowly shook my head, it was just a memory, just a memory.... I heard a musical tone from the newly appointed Tatiana. I looked at Ivy, and at Rahuni. They obviously hated each other. I sighed and laid down. I see Shaylee jump up, muddy and OBVIOUSLY not doing her job. I stand up, my fur fluffed up. I stalk towards the disobedient one. I glare at her, and I bare my teeth at her. Then I look at Rahuni, Ivy and Shaylee, my maw opens and I speak, well more sigh.

Rahuni, Shaylee, Oberon and Ithilwen go and hunt. Ithilwen is in charge, please, bring food back to us.

I look pointedly at Rahuni as I speak. she doesn't need to act snotty, though Ivy doesn't need to be jealous. Once they leave I shakily walk over to Tatiana and Oren. I smile weakly at them. then I sit down, and unravel my life.

Do you guys remember my mother, Orla? We were sitting and watching the moon the night before she was to leave the kingdom and be a toy for the Alvar. We were watching the moon together, when smoke covered the moon. flames soon had engulfed a large area of land. My mother ran into the flames, with no intention of getting away. The Alvar had attacked because of my mother not becoming their toy.

she hung her head, and let her ears and tail lower. she whispered quietly to them with shame and understanding.

I understand if you don't want me as you queen, or your betrothed anymore. Its my fault that our old pack died.. I'm sorry.

She whimpered, and laid down sadly and defeated. her head placed carefully on her paws, she studied the grass. This one was tall, and proud, it's neighbor was sad, and ashamed. She remembered the smoke, her mother running into the flames, her high, cruel laugh as she was burnt in the flames. her father actually SMILING when he found out that Orla had died. She whimpered once more before a tear slipped silently down a sad, defeated face. after the betrayal from the tear, she whimpered, and waited for her betrothed to tell her that she was stupid, and that it was all her fault, and that she should have done something. with her luck, he'd tell her that he didn't want her any more, and then he'd break off their betrothedment(Sorry, IDK if that's a word) and then he'd let Tatiana become Queen, and then poor, poor little Diana would become a commoner, like Oberon.

She wasn't being dramatic. OK, maybe a little....

unranked member of no pack
vixen | pup | betrothed to Oren | pupless
Faerie

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