Forest Frontiers
Forest Frontiers is a herdland of rolling hills and a fringe of forest on all sides. The picture it makes seems straight out of an Old Western story. The woodlands are predominantly pine, but it allows for a few deciduous trees here and there for a little change of scenery when the time is right. A small stream flows into a lake, a small hiccup in its long thin line of travel. Every morning, thanks to the higher base altitude, a small haze of mist is there to greet you -- enriching the air with a thick pine scent.
The Herd
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Milkglass
Boneash
Genie
Izabella
Suss
Aonia
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Saia
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there's a story in your eyes
IP: 66.147.14.41
Posted on March 23, 2012 at 10:04:45 AM by Indian Outlaw
Indi cannot help himself, the desire for her touch... the longing. Perhaps it was the season, perhaps it was something more... either way he finds himself constantly watching her... his alluring, mysterious BLAZIL. She seems on edge, perhaps nearly as unnerved as he himself felt. His keen eyes catch the tensing of her muscles beneath her stormy blue skin, of the way her long onyx tail twitched to and fro, and of the half hearted humor in her voice and her shifting feet. He made her nervous. The wolf in him wanted to laugh and grin that devilish grin, to enjoy the triumph of a victory that she could not fight... but another part of him was hurt perhaps? afraid of ruining the fragil bond that he had managed to acquire with her. Single dial flickers as hind limb is cocked against the supple earth. Neck stretches towards her again, unable, well, unwilling to let her escape his touch. His mouth presses gently against her shoulder in a comforting nuzzle... tender... something he had not practiced or put into use much. "What troubles you m'dear?" he murmers against her skin.
For a moment he remains still, caught in what seems as if an eturnal struggle against good and evil. He wanted her, needed her...forever she would be his... "Are you afraid of me?" he whispers, moving his muzzle down her spine, tasting the soft silvery blue of her skin and feeling his desire and yearning grow. The wolf prowled behind closed doors, waiting... needing... wanting... already its jowls wettened with desire for her flesh... it was the wolf that held the carnal nature of my stormy behemoth... and with each moment, each touch, it was the wolf that crept closer and closer to the surface....
 Indian Outlaw
sheriff of the frontiers |
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