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 March 8, 2012 at 01:04:09 AM by Whiskey Rebellion
I think I know enough of hate... ==============-============= I carry myself roughly through the field. My legs, pads, and chest are ripped up from the brambles I accidentally tread through. I do my best to pay them no mind, to ignore the stinging of the cuts hidden below my tawny pelt. More than once I have tripped over my own bulky paws and it happens again now. Being only a teen my body is all disproportional and uncomfortable. I am still young as was just stated but I absolutely hate it when someone calls me a wolfling. I dug my way from hell and lived to tell the tale and if they don't get that then they can just fuck off. In fact, all wolves can fuck off. I don't like to be around anyone but me, myself, and I. As I push past the pain and keep moving I struggle to keep my thoughts tame. Still they taunt me, threatening to stray to off limit areas. Primarily, my past. My copper orbs burn with such a fiery hate that none dare tread before the ruddy form that is me. As you can probably imagine, I am less than happy when a stray wolf remains in my way. I ram into her as I fight to control my thoughts and calm my mind. A growl escapes me freely as my orbs full of loathing raise to burn into the vixen. "You would do well to watch yourself, girl." My lyrics float harshly to her ivory audits. My upper lip raises in a snarl, my hackles on end. I have no care that she is obviously older than me. My body is poised to be intimidating. Her superior age mixed with my natural shortness make the effort less than what I wanted. Still the way I look at her plus my ragged voice make for quite the bastard. I peer into her emerald gazers and a low rumble emits from my chest, only audible to her. I examine her bodice more closely, looking for likely weak spots in case this turns nasty. Her snowy pelt is thick. Crimson hues cover her front and banner and speckles run along her spine. A bit of cream can be spotted upon her underbelly. Her build is quite large and blunt, having the advantage of size. Still I think I would be much more agile than she and could get around her side and at her throat with ease if she chose to make the mistake of coming at me. My gaze travels back to her bright sage windows and see kind shyness in them. I loosen up a bit then remember not to ever judge a book by her cover and to never trust looks. My slender, whiskey hued cloaked body stands tense as I await the exchange of words. ==============-============= Demon::Young Teen:: C R S |
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