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.
...There's no escape... IP: 92.11.65.177 Posted on February 17, 2012 at 08:23:25 PM by Corbett Lilith
You're just prey; just my next victim.
The fatale titled Desirae had just run off when I wasn't looking! Coward, acted fierce and hardcore but inside she was really just a bunny rabbit. Pah, I always knew that wolves were just phonies. Everyone feared my father - and those wolves... Well they've obviously never met me! My dear mother, dead before she could see me like this luckily. Okay, so before I had lied. I didn't kill my mother, nor my father, nor my pups. Just strangers; unfortunate strangers who had happened to walk into me. The mean, not green, wolf machine! I could fight and kill everyday and never get bored, I know I was considered ruthless; merciless but I have had a troubled past, not that I use that as an excause - I loved -and- desired blood, red, satisfying blood.
So, you wonder about my puphood? Pack demolished - blood everywhere - thanks to my father. He killed everyone, and everything. Sparing only my mother and I. My mother was used for breeding, and nothing more - love didn't envolve in my fathers head. Every fatale born, meant more pups for this 'pack.' Meh, I hated it, I hated the acts of my cruel and twisted fate and then... Look at me now. I have become my father, but worse. I hate myself, I truly do. I wish I could stop - but killing and these events are addicting, too hard to end. I can't turn back now, everything backfires. I am who I created myself to be - never shall I go back to the charming self. I doomed forever to be... evil. Pity, do I dezerve it or not? Pity me for I cannot change, hate me for who I am. Tor and Fenris, why do you keep me alive?
Flowers blooming everywhere. How beautiful, no how horrible and bright. Aha - over there was my ideal 'land.' Burnt, crumbling mess - but what is this? Another soon-to-be victim. But I must love her up, first. Just get her to trust me slightly, then bam! Attack her, and perhaps something even more worse than attacking. But I think you can guess, I shan't say it out loud. It is shameful. Why did I start this sinning? Anway, that would be my plan - trust, attack, ra- yes, I musn't think it. And so, I began my way over to her, plotting in my demonic mind.
Her pelt is white, pure white but what is this? Her appendages wear black socks, not literally. But black, taking over her white legs. It is just ebony in that place. Her frame is thin but she is dextorous; I must play this right otherwise she could be on the run. I may have strength but I sure as hell haven't got stamina - play it cool, Corbett, play it cool. Some wolves know a slippery character when they see them.
My pads halt, I step onto the death land; the foliage crumbling beneath my paws. My pearl pyshique stands out in the ruined land - life and death touching eachother. How strange and depressing this scene is. Mother nature was sure weird. But wasn't everyone? Well, everyone but me, of course. My dark orbs scanned the area, before my sly bodice took over. I must of looked like a prowling hunter, which in a way I was. This fatale was my prey, my next victim. I chuckled sorrowfully under my hoarse breath. Man, I hated myself. Replies: There have been no replies.
