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.
IP: 198.228.216.33
Posted on March 6, 2012 at 11:18:48 PM by Raíne
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To fear one’s death is to fear one’s life. To be honest, I had no intention of fearing the male before me. Even though he was like a massive black boulder blocking her view from beauty, she had nothing to fear. As I finished speaking, he began moving towards me in an eerily slow fashion. He would raise his paw and leave it there for more than a heartbeat. It was if he were circling his prey. “If you really want the cliff that bad then push me to my death.” No doubt in my mind that he would do it. Oh well, I have always wanted to fly. I simply watched as his muscles rippled under his midnight pelt. In a way he was utterly striking. The thought that occurred in my mind is the truest fear I had. He was intriguing, causing my amber irises to stay hypnotized to him. As his strong vocals entered my audits, I lifted my head and peered at him. What was the meaning of this anyways? Why so hostile to someone like myself. The sarcasm that dripped from his voice put me on edge with irritation. I was simply minding my own business when this…thing interrupted my peaceful afternoon. Pricking my ears forward, I graze my eyes over his body. “Excuse me my good man but I do believe this is free land my paws are standing on. As I stated earlier, if I am truly bothering you with my presence that much, then push me. In all honesty I believe I have done nothing to deserve such resentment.” My ears flick back as I take in how far the fall would be; if I would die upon impact or if I may injure a limb. I would rather die than be injured. I turned my head to look over my shoulder for any jutted out parts. It was a very high fall and my stomach turned in knots. Different emotions swirled towards me; anxiety, excitement, worry. All but one and that was fear. My ears flattened against my multi-colored skull as I shifted my gaze back to him. Was he that large when I first saw him? Where he had brute strength I had agility, speed, and cunning. Even if he did come charging at me I would be gone before he could make impact. My slender frame was perfect for dodging and running. My mother used to call me squirrel as a nickname for how fidgety and restless I was. I had simmered down as I grew older and I put all my energy into my brain and wits. I was already analyzing him. I kept my eyes on his moving build as I lowered myself to the dusty ground. Resting my head on my cream colored socks, I snorted/sighed. In all honesty I didn’t want to die, but if it must happen then just get it over with. I’d rather get to meet this gentleman, get to know him and possibly call him friend. Then again, I was like that with everyone. I hated making enemies and I despised those who called me enemy. As my eyes fixed on his, I realized that getting him to even give me a name would cost an arm and a leg. So instead I will wait to see what this demon will do to me. Ooc: Sorry mine’s short too! I need ice cream for museness! 569 words though so at least I am not below the quota! ^.^ |Raine|Adult|Female| |
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