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.
Four cream appendages dance upon the earth’s crust, the choreography of this artiste’s steps is intricate and every carefully placed step appears to be well rehearsed. Crissing and crossing, her paws lift and drop, high then low in a unique dance. All four paws seem to leave the ground at once as she rotates in a delicate, fascinating loop, and all at once they find the ground, each paw lands one right next to the other. Moving forward and left then right she dances along to the unknown music in her cranium, a beat that is known only to herself. Sliding to a stop, this vision halts; creamy paws tripping awkwardly over one the other as the rhythm is shattered. With a snap of her head and one wrong motion the entire melody dissipates in the canine’s head, as it always seems to, just as the tension is growing in the dance. At the very moment so crucial in the song the girl has forgotten the lyrics, the beat, and the dance all in the very same instant. How does one go about forgetting something that intricate, something so deeply engrained in your brain? Perhaps, yes, perhaps she never learned. Perhaps this girl is wandering through her life only knowing how the song starts, how only the beginning of the dance moves. Perhaps this girl knows only the first few beats and this is why she can not move her feet to the rest of the rhythm. What a sad story that would make this, yet, would it not be worse to know the song and forget it? Isn’t this what life is, that you know the beginning, you know everything leading up to this very moment, but the next moment, the next dance step, you simply haven’t experienced it, you have not stopped to learn the entire dance, and so you must learn the steps as you go along. And so, with a frustrated sigh this ghostly colored danseuse pulls her body off the ground where she so ungracefully fell, shakes out her creamy coat, and begins walking away from the deserted clearing. Paw-step after boring paw-step the girl treks quietly through this darkened canopy we know so well as the forest. If you were to glance at the sky, seeking any sort of information, you are in for disappointment. A broad thick covering stretches out over the expanse overhead. Blocking the warmth from the sun’s rays, and only here or there does a filtered streak manage to fight through the array of greens to kiss the ground gently. Occasionally this lightly toned girl passes through this filtered light; disrupting the contact with the ground that these little streams of light fight so hard to establish. As the warmth these lights convey absorbs into her thickly coated body the girl pauses, for merely the briefest of seconds. Allowing her dark, ocean toned gazers to close and enjoy the moment. Reminding the girl, not all of life is dark. Perhaps this fatale compares too many things to her life, the light spots in the dark forest, the dance she can only remember some of the steps to. The meals that enter and fade away from her stomach, like all those she has met in times past. Perhaps she simply thinks too much. However if the latter fact be true, it would only be because she is alone far too often. Perhaps all this girl really needs is a friend; someone to disrupt her raging thoughts and difficult mind. But before this thought can even be entertained in her cranial, a bright light disrupts her thinking process. Her journey has not ended. No, it is just beginning. While the darkness of the forest has come to a halt, breaking away from all the depressing thoughts, like the dance she can not master, and the song she can not learn, what lies before her is much more challenging than any song, more difficult than breaking off her thoughts. So what exactly is this challenge before her? What is it that will be so hard to master, it is more difficult then her own mind? Surely, the object of her attention must be extraordinary. So what is this intriguing object that lies before her dark opticals? Flat terrain stretches out before the forest, unfolding like a map before her eyes. Perhaps it goes on for miles, days even. But before it gets the chance to stretch out that far, a peak juts out of the ground. It stretches into the air as high as the ground is flat. Even at this distance if the girl raises her eyes to search for the top, she would not be able to locate it. Craggy cliff stacked upon craggy cliff this mountain seems to stretch on forever. Perhaps it ends, but maybe it doesn’t. The peak vanishes into a sheet of cotton, making the top –if it exists- unable to be found from this position. One, two three four. One two three four. The young lass’ gait is steady as she trots toward the monstrous mountain, her long plume swishing eagerly at her hocks as her frame nears this vast crag. Is it the size that draws her? Or the mystery of what lurks at the top? Perhaps, just maybe it’s the challenge this object poses so clearly to her. Taunting her, just begging her to go ahead and try to beat it. Not that there is any promise of her ability to do so, but who can say for sure until she has at least tried. She’s either going to climb this thing all the way to the top, or die trying. However first this young sylph must actually arrive before the peak, she can not slay a dragon unless first she has entered its abode. So, with enthusiastic steps her paws cover the dry ground. The earth that was not so long ago a gloomy, and soggy jungle gave way to a parched land, void of water and vegetation, and wholly too bright. I suppose you could call this a desert of sorts, a wasteland, a wilderness. However there is no oasis to be found nearby, so the girl will have to stick with her mission, or expire. Finally the lass -after fighting off her fervor and zeal- reaches the cliff at a somewhat modest, and sensible pace. Her paws carefully touch the base of the mountain, holding this moment something special, because this, this is where the real challenge begins. After her ‘moment of silence’ the girl leaps forward up onto the rocky path. At first this path is easy to follow, and she has no difficulty whatsoever climbing this towering cliff. But we all know, with any challenge this is only the first part of her journey. And as her paws carry her higher and higher up, rocks start to give way beneath her. The path is steeper and it is becoming increasingly difficult for the adolescent to retain her grip. The first cliff that enters her view, taunts the girl. Looming just out of reach, and so the girl is forced to gather her inner sense of balance, bunch her muscles, and leap up higher on the path, then before she has slipped back down too far to again coil her body and spring forward. Her front paws slam into the solid rock, but her back paws miss, slamming her midsection painfully into the side of the overhang. A wince crosses her face as all the air races from the girl’s lungs. Dancing on a Ray of Sun now has a death grip on the ledge, her back paws scrambling frantically for traction as she slowly, however steadily slides backward, and quite possibly toward her death. With a slow breath the young wolfess attempts to regain her composure. Finally finding a footing she heaves her slender frame upwards and onto the cliff. If the entire journey remains this difficult, she might have to give up. However now, now is not the time for giving in, no, now is the time to try harder than ever before to reach the top. And so with a renewed zeal the girl scans the wall before her, searching for the next cliff to take advantage of. Directly above her a narrow overhang sits, seeming to call the fatale’s name. With a bit of a smirk the girl crouches in a feline like position and springs upward, uncoiling her muscles and shooting straight up into the air. She grabs onto the ledge, her claws grabbing the ground for traction. And so her journey continues up this mountain side, one cliff and then the next. Taking each one at it’s own pace. Several times this tender aged sylph slipped, almost stumbling to her death at the hands of this rocky mountain. However, never rattled, always determined the girl marches forward, firm and unafraid. She would beat this mountain, no matter the cost. She wanted, even needed, to know what was at the top, behind that cottony curtain that taunts her so cruelly. Even if it be, there was nothing. As she marches onward dust and sweat coat the girl’s creamy flanks –which heave from the physical exertion she has been placing upon her body- Despite the ever cooling air the girl is hot, and tired. The air has not quite yet begun to thin, signaling she is only halfway up this monster at the very most. However the girl’s moist tongue rolls out of her mouth and her sides heave heavily. It’s time for a break. Turning around the girl leaps downward several times, retracing her steps back to a Cave she passed not so long ago. Once reaching this shady overhang the girl enters hesitantly, lowering her nose to the dusty earth to see if anything lived here. There remain scents, canine even, but they have faded, as if they are weeks old. Snuffling the girl sneezes lightly before lifting her skull and trotting inside, curling up into a circular shape and just, breathing... The lass must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew a breeze was disrupting her pelt. Lifting her cranium the girl let a gentle yawn escape from between her parted jowls, her tongue rolling out for the briefest of moments. |