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 27, 2012 at 11:51:43 PM by Netery
 California, dancing in the ocean Netery, her birth name. The name she had gotten from when she was born. The name her father gave her. It was because of her father she was like she was. Her mother nothing but a little rat. Her father a strong a noble warrior. Someone Netery wished to be like. Her frame glowed in the break of dawn, why was she up this early? Well, she hadnt slept the past days. Her traveles meant much to her. Especially her travel to find a home for her dad, Chibierutseu. Her mom on the other hand not so much. Truth be told she hated her mother. Netery had a big family and the only one she really wanted with her to see her life was her dad. How I love you better wear some lotion. Now, Netery was nice, sweet, loyal, kind. Anything on the side of an angel. But when getting pissed, oh a whole nother story. She would show her scars to others, in other words she would chew them out for being mean to her. She did have scars, that was because she could beat anyone and everyone that was mean and rude to her. She had scars from her fights, training. She had made it successfully through training and now she was travelling. Sun is always shining, no one compares to you She walked towards BF. Her muscles bunched as she bounded up a hill. She stopped for a moment and looked around. Her cream and white fur blew in the wind. She looked around and saw the burned place. She went over and started wiping the ash from one spot. She noticed that there was flowers underneath it. She knew she couldnt do this all by herself. She just sat and looked at the flowers that were starting to bloom. She shook her head, this part made her think of the great fire that happened long when since she was a pup. Sidney, baby young and like a flower. How I want you, give me just an hour Netery |
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- Let The Flesh Burn - By Holocaust March 12, 2012 at 07:41:14 PM
DieLive For Me Baby - By Netery March 12, 2012 at 08:41:16 PM
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