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 17, 2012 at 00:24:44 AM by Ky
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A paw of black, and brown and blonde but mostly red shoots across the surface. the owner of the said paw throws a glance over his shoulder and sprints to the burnt side of the field. his blue orbs spot a tree, and he darts under it. a glance around and he lays down his breathing slowing. he lays his head down, covering up the burn on his left side. he lays there, slowly drifting off. his conscious flickers before he passes out completely. the young adult had just ran for miles for a couple days, running away from the crazy wolves who had set his home on fire. he growled warning a fox that had wandered to close to him, his eyes weren't guarded yet, he hadn't a reason to. so, his eyes gave away his pain and fatigue. He slowly sits up after a while, and looks around his stomach protesting to not eating for so long. he stands up stretches and looks for prey. he spots a bird, and drops into his best bird crouch. he slowly creeps forward before projecting himself high into the air using his powerful legs. his family had been known for their jumping skill, and he was no exception. he caught the bird in his maw and bit hard breaking its spine. he meandered back over to the tree to eat the bird. he slowly ate all of the small creature. his eyes drooped after he ate his feathery meal. a growl emitted from him after he heard a noise. sitting up he glared at everyone and everything he could see. he snapped at a bird scaring it so it would fly away. he laid back down and resumed his nap. his dreams were of his family, and the look on wolves he knew faces when they burned to powdery, white ashes. he tried not to wail aloud, he thrashed and twisted and growled during his dream. his paw smashed into the tree causing apples to fall to the ground, which luckily didn't hit him. yet he still slept, unknowing of what could be watching........ |
Replies:
- I've tried playin' it cool, - By Zig March 19, 2012 at 02:33:46 AM
Your Home, Your Life - By Ky March 22, 2012 at 00:42:24 AM
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