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.
When will life finally accept me? Open IP: 92.11.69.201 Posted on March 24, 2012 at 07:16:26 PM by Everett
You must have at least 300 words, proper grammar as much as possible for you and correct spelling; though I do not mind about the odd typo. (:
Word Count:: 1,204. :D
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A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true.
The brute had lost his sense of direction; he no longer gave a damn where he ended up because life would always be there to knock him down, life, it hated a lot of people and had a lot of enemies. He had never had a dislike for life but now he had no liking for it. Life was a dark cloud glooming over you and whoever happened to be under the cloud was rained out with bad luck and misfortune. That is life – it brings you up with hope and joy and smashes you to the ground like a piece of dirt. If this had less pride, he would wonder over to Rainbow Cliff and swiftly leap; plummeting to the ground like a crashed rocket. But he, Everett, was too proud to end his life – not that suicide was a joke – no – he was not judgemental. He was anything but that. This male was understanding, he knew that, he was not afraid to admit that either. Although his appearance did not match his character – he was not a dark knight here to slaughter every wolf. Everett was more like a white knight; here to restore peace and perform good deeds.
The appendages of Everett lifted ever-so-slightly. His pads scuffed gingerly across the adamant terrain; he had tripped a few times but nothing serious. However, this time, the stag’s flesh ripped with a spilling of blood. “FU-.” The brute stopped himself; swearing was sinful and there was nothing ‘cool’ about it. Biting the inside of his jaw, Everett growled at himself. No – he would not let anything get to him. He was not going to curse; he’d stop the bleeding and swiftly move on without contact with any wolf. So this is what Everett did, his muzzle reached down a pink sponge appeared and the blood was licked. It stung – he wouldn’t have minded as much if he had a comfort of a mate, not that it was a big deal but still. It would be pleasant for some wolf to care. Once the bleeding had ceased, the brujo rested for a while – he wouldn’t be able to use his ripped leg for a day or two unless he wanted blood dripping down him. “Yuck.” Everett muttered as the thought sprang to mind, his voice rose in a low chuckle.
The taste of blood mixed around his mandible, it wasn’t sweet or dull. It was salty – but not overly that it repelled him. But it wasn’t a delightful taste of liquid; he would have much preferred the juices of a rabbit or hare. Everett swishes it around before swallowing the taste; he let out a husky cough as it went down. Now that was disgusting, he thought as he attempted to forget about the remains of the foul taste. “That was indeed revolting and I need some water.” The king muttered to himself. Heaving his great body mass onto his three tip-top appendages – he was on a hunt – a quest for water.
After finding a puddle to satisfy his thirst Everett flopped down and drifted once more into thoughts…
Why couldn’t he be a king? He had the bold build of a leader, the wise mind of one, too. He was perfect to fit the position of alpha. So why when every time he ever thought of challenging he chickened out? He had been preparing for this ever since a pup; of course he was in no fit state to fight in his condition now but later on in his life – please – that was his only dream. Well, that and a family. ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ That were the words of his mother, Sarafi, she was the one who got him through when his father chose his brother to take on as his place as king. He still despised, after all these summers, hated him – his brother, Taka. Goody-two-shoes Taka. Why can’t you be like Taka? Taka. Taka. Taka! But Everett is not Taka – he actually has a good side, a caressing and gentle, loveable platform to himself. He is not strict and cold hearted. He is Everett and he will never become over powered by pure evil and hatred.
The stag’s eyes began to slowly droop – thoughts overwhelming him. Everett stirred, his muzzle shot right up in alertness. No one was here – no one was ever here. He was always alone, he always had been until he had met her but he didn’t really feel like thinking about it – it still pinched his heart in the slightest. Never mind that – his mission for today was to get through it and his quest for life most importantly was family… And then of course becoming alpha. When will that be? No mortal soul knows just the gods understand.
Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what outside, but what is inside that counts.
The soldier’s cranium lifts and it was the first time he had actually appreciated the angelic scenery. Birds of the gods flew from scare tree to tree – calling out – it was sweet but there was an odd croak of havoc and quarrels. Upon the edge of an isolated cliff joined to Rainbow Bridge, an audacious feather-prey had dared to make its nest on the cliff. Hm, how daring. The brujo thought slyly to himself. Odd tufts of olive grass poked through the boulders and dips in the terrain held puddles of liquid; one of which he had drunk from. On one side of the cliff, fell a luminous rainbow; its colours seeking out. As his orbs gaze upon this delightful view, it is as though his soul is urging him to go closer and touch it. They say under rainbow lays a pot of gold – but to get to the bottom he would have to die and he was already rich. For life is the most precious thing of all.
He treasured this sight, his pumping organ through itself at the cage it was protected in. “I say,” he began – softly to himself, “what a grand sight on such a pleasant day. I do think I’ll have to start visiting this scenery more often. It only there was some way to catch this sight and share it to others. For other creatures cannot enter your mind to view the image and so it will remain will me for eternity.”
As Everett idly and lazily dozes in a pool of thoughts. The weak sun just managed to peek out of the clouds that seemed to guard it as if it was a prisoner. Rays of sunshine fall from the sky, they rest on the brujo; giving him a slight shiver as it seeks through his body. Cold, yet so warm; it was odd but not the first time he had felt this, of course.