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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Posted on February 25, 2012 at 00:45:25 AM by Machika
When are we born? When do we die? Why are we born? Why do we die? The world has been destroyed and we've fallen countless times, always resurrecting from the ashes as Paradise. It has happened before, and it will happen again. An endless cycle of life and death. The world is a Paradise that was opened by someone, but this era too is almost at an end. We have acquired the means to exceed our natural span of life, never suspecting that the world itself was finalized in its existence. This knowledge has left me in despair, my fate has fallen and scattered like the petals of a dying flower, like the blast from a sand storm it has been warn down and weathered away. As if to be purified, the world will be encased in ice so that it can return to the beginning once more. Paradise is a world that is opened by someone... [Wolf’s Rain] Life is one of the most difficult of words to explain. Despite how short it is, both in words and in time… it has meanings behind it that can lead you down more than just five different pathways- no longer a fork in the road, rather a starfish. Long, gangly pillars cross the path, taking a sharp turn to the right, and then trotting off as if the decision were merely nothing at all. The form that disappears within a fraction of a second is hard to come by in the humans world. After all, such shy creatures are more comfortable with those of their own kind. Just another day in the world of deceit and despair. The Varg has been revered by the two legs for as long as time can recall itself. Whether for evil deeds or strong warrior symbols, you will always find he with the maw filled with ivory daggers staring with soulless gazers somewhere. It’s funny though- many times, ancient civilizations have been proved wrong about the nature of the beast who attacks with no mind . I suppose that it depends on who you are and whose eyes your looking through. Symphonies echo all around this region. Not just from birds, but from the more thoughtful Lera as well. Herla, the wild deer, chuff out mating calls every once in a while, but that is only during the rut, where both males and females are at the pinnacle of housing pheromones. This is not yet that season, however. The snow is melting quickly and the world is beginning to restart a new cycle around the sun which Fenris bestowed upon all matter. Bears also roam here, when spring comes, more and more will arrive- perhaps a little above a hundred. The salmon run is their reason for being so close to the fairytale land of free vargs. You will only find it if you are not looking for it. At the most inopportune time, Blossom Forest shows itself to strangers all around the globe. No one knows its exact location, but there’s nothing really that matters when it comes to where you are. It’s who you’re with that makes all the difference. A twig snaps and a swallow takes flight away from the predator. Huffs of anger emanate from the foliage and a lass, whose head probably reaches the height of an adults shoulder bone, shows herself. Mud is caked into her creamy derma, but there is no doubt that she is quite the porcelain doll when clean. It would seem though, that Machika, as she has come to be called, is not the doll that others wish she would be. Tomboyish behaviors quickly surface to visibility as the young teenage vixen takes off in a stealthy run, low to the ground like a feline when stalking its prey, and if you look ahead a few paces or more, you can see why. A mallard has landed not far from where the gal skattered the young sparrow from his majestic perch in a thicket- this fowl is sitting upon a nest- though, as mentioned before, it can be assumed that it is very much empty. Machika gives herself her head and soon, lethal jowls clamp around the duck’s pipe-like neck. It’s wings flap wildly as it struggles to free itself, but with a glint appearing in the damsel’s oceans, it is clear that there is no future for this life. But something unexpected occurs. Uncertainty crosses the adolescent’s features and she loosens her grip on the prize she has won seemingly effortlessly. Startled, the pallid princess backs up, audettes padded against her crown. A song flies after the duck as it flaps it’s wings strenuously. The teen’s plumage lowers and she takes off at a walk yet again. Whatever possessed her to let go is beyond any of our knowledge- even mine, though I am telling the story. Rain pours down from the heavens the next day. Machika has found herself at a small cave in the mountainous area of Blossom and hovers beneath it with the wind billowing past her. Stargazers, however, show that she is not concerned if she looks bad, or if she dies freezing to death here. Instead, courage and tenacity sparkle around like fireflies, occurring every so often in the same area, but never really leaving. She doesn’t talk much… at least, we can’t think that she does- but then again, has she even come across another living soul here besides that oh-so-lucky duck that found itself alive this morning. Oops! She’s leaving! Paws scuff against the talcum terra firma, which has been wetted significantly by the now drizzling rain. Whether it is day or night, not even the most high flying of birds could tell. The sky is dark and the clouds are not lenient upon their watch duty to guard the Earth against the sun’s flamboyant rays. She’s not the fastest runner, but strong hinds send up muddy sprays of dirt and water into the atmosphere. Left? Right? Straight? Does it really matter where she was going anymore? Wherever the red thread of fate led her, that was where young Machika was going. Words escape her jowls, whispering and weaving themselves into the wind. Only a fifth dimension soul that took to watching over her would hear such a thing. (Luckily, we are just that). “Never surrender. Never give up. Never say no. No matter what.” It might have just been a chance thought that crossed her mind, but a single ray of sunlight broke through the atmosphere at that exact moment. I won’t be all witch like and say that it landed on her, but I can tell you that it was pretty close. A smart girl like her? Yeah she caught it. And she took off in that direction, as if it were a sign from Fenris himself. Who knows- maybe the big man is watching over her. What does this fiery little female fear the most? We all fear something, don’t we? In Machika’s case, it is not death- nor is it fear itself. It is not spiders, or boys (though that’s completely understandable if she were)… she fears lonliness. To be alone… is one of the worst things in the world. And yet here she is, living amongst her fear, feeding it and tending for it, though it snarls and shoots out threats at her through its iron-barred cage. She is not mentally ill, though emotionally it’s more of a maybe. However, don’t tell her I told you this- but Machika can break down quite easily. It only requires the key to her heart, a bit of twine, and a sharp tug. Don’t go looking for trouble- trouble should be the one to find you first. This is what many souls say. But look here. This darling little doll (pfft. I didn’t call her that, what are you talking about?) is looking for it anyway, despite the risks it might bring forth. Why? Adventure. Something to keep her mind away from the pain that has been bestowed upon her earlier in her short lifetime. She doesn’t give her name freely to strangers either. Names are words of power. They identify each and every one of us and our place in this universe. Well, since you’re already learning a bit about her, here’s a few more things. Machika is very unlucky. She often trips over things that aren’t there- she ends up on the losing side of bets and has bad balance. Directional signals take another left and a field half full of blooming flowers, half burnt lilies and other such wonderful plants, comes into clear view. But today seems to be a good day for this medium sized queen. She has not yet run into a tree (as she normally does), nor has she fallen over some misguided object that has wondered invisibly into her path. However, that does not mean that her luck is safe just yet. Subtle seas travel effortlessly over the clearing, and the vixetta makes her way towards the charred half of the field. She has escaped the rain that had refused to elude her earlier in the day- though now it would seem that it is falling back- afraid of something that Machika has decided to follow. It’s angry gray color does show that it is still threatening to break down weeping upon the Earth like a child would- but only the distant rumble of caution can be heard. Up ahead, a lone soul was…well… alone among the midst of the charred remains of long since passed flowers and other such flora. What was he doing all by his lonesome over there? Taking a quick look around, our famished fae takes a few more hesitant steps into the open area… and then her whole entire attitude changes within the time span it takes for a hummingbird’s wings to twirl their wondrous way around one hundred times. Soon, she is sprinting towards him, no longer caring if she was seen by the other vargs. It is very well known in the mastery of hunting that one should always single out a soul from the group. The easiest way to feeding yourself is because of this little trick of the trade. A flash reverberates through the fair lady’s optics, and blood lust can be clearly seen from any onlooker. This girl… she’s ravenous for food. The snow angel let her hackles raise a few inches and then she allowed a snarl to rip dangerously past her ebon lined kissers. “I’m going to kill you.” Watery blue pools connfimed that Machika was not lying. However… there! Was that a glimmer of a slowly extinguishing flame behind the inferno that sets her soul apart from the others she’d know in her past at such a young age? There is no time for delaying the inevitable. For whatever reason young Machika has chosen, the femmora is set upon having the males guts ripped open onto the terra, to stain the already muddied ground and mix into the concoction the stuff that pushed life right through us. Blood lust rages around in her gazers. Ah… that’s why. She couldn’t bring herself to kill that duck the day before (perhaps it had triggered a reminder of something in her past?), however her instincts have pressed her to her limits. Pillars pound against the ashen tundra, kicking up faint remnants of snow, mud, and ash all mixed together. It’s a grotesque stench, quite indeed. But Machika seems unfazed by this. A war cry escapes her unscarred muzzle as she leaps into the atmosphere, talons outstretched like that of a bird of prey, and eyes wide with hunger. Only a truly desperate teen would dare to go and take on an adult male- an even more desperate one for cannibalism. From a different point of view, you’ll find that it is true that one must do all they can in their power to survive. An unwolf like screech filters out of the girls maw as she nears the titan. Should he move, she would land with all four columns lightly on the earth, and turn in the direction he did. Either way, with her cranial in that position, she was obviously going to headbutt something, preferably the chest cavity where she could knock the wind clean out of him. She couldn’t be picky of what she ate now… this hessian just happened to be here when little Ma was at her rope’s end. Starvation was getting to her, and even we can tell that she will collapse soon if not fed. Let’s pause right here. Even if she is upon the verge of starvation (which, there is no doubt that this is a true statement), she would have gone for something smaller. Keep in mind though that Machika has been taught to go above the barline for both creativity as well as bravery and tenacity. And what’s this? Look closer- beginnings of tears are forming in her oceanic colored watchers. Shall we conjure up an explanation for this one? It requires a look back inside her history book, to be exactly on target. Machika’s parents were killed by a group of assassins that roams the desert area she used to live in. She was just old enough to understand the basics of what was happening. Her grandpops took her in and she lived and learned from him for around half a year before he passed away from old age. Pent up anger and hatred from earlier in her short life surfaced and Machika, now an adolescent with good things coming her way (karma is a bitch in the beginning, but you can understand that it gets better over time), took it upon herself to get back at the heartless bastards who killed her parents and left her to suffer alone. This in itself is not an easy task. It required her to become a killer herself. Already, this vixen has slit the throats of at least two of the assassins related to the group that set out to kill her parents (their reasoning is unclear to this day). There is no room for underestimation here. Don’t take her lightly just because she is a girl, nor because she is small. Yet here is the interesting part. In a game of chess, there is always black against white. This is spoon-fed to us through the game… No matter how much you try in reality, though, it is always difficult for everyone to try to distinguish the good from the bad- light from the dark. Color alone does not help with this factor- and it very well might be that this vampire she is advancing towards at this moment is on the same side as she. Time will tell- It is the gladiator’s turn to move his piece. A sacrificial pawn may be but a small player in this game of life- but if used correctly, it can bring out the Queen. Princess || Teen || Packless || Loveless word count: 2510  |
omigod. longest post. EVER. O_O
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