Never play with fire

Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

Never play with fire
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Posted on April 20, 2012 at 03:06:13 PM by Fyra

The blazing female continued to stare down, down into her reflection and what she felt was almost her soul. It felt like she was falling into a pitiful black hole and there was no escape from it, no escape from what was going to happen. And that was almost true, too. There was something bad happening, a corruption in the place she had once been happy to call her home but now she was tired of. Having pups had left her weak and broken and now..this. It wasn�t a safe environment for her, or for her pups. Caspian had already been whispered to by Achilles and now he was gone, Fyra was sure the alpha had something to do with it. And Katniss, poor Katniss, with so many hopes and so many dreams. She would not live to her first birthday if things carried on like they were. Nothing was safe.

The girl turned sadly, and walked through the forest. Her eyes lowered and watching where her foot-paws were to be placed. Green leaves poked out from the corners and edges of the land as the female walked along quietly. There was a rustle of leaves here and there, nothing more, nothing less. It was the usual sounds of the day, and none of them phased her. She did not spook easily and she wasn�t the biggest fan of complete silence, silence scared her almost. When it grew too quiet, she knew something was up. But no, the land was alive today. Too bad she felt dead.

Black tipped ears took in the sounds of the awakening wood. Birds had returned early in the mild winter, making their nests and beginning to court one another with sing-songs and displays. Though Fyra was not one to venture too far from her home she had thought that foraging in the neutral lands would be quiet successful. She�d go on a hunt later perhaps, but after a long think by the river she thought it time to go home first. Home. Though it wasn�t her home, really? Was it?

It was a scent that came to her first, masculine and obviously canine. It hit her in the chest. And that didn�t usually happen. Usually, scents came and went as if they were nothing. They passed her by without a second thought; she was just another wolf in the wolf-riddled lands of wolf mountain. But this wolf, oh, she could tell, there was something important about it. And with a jolt, she remembered. Kite. she said aloud. Her ears fell back against her skull and her eyes went blank. Why was he near her? So near, she could definitely smell that now,. Terribly near, dangerously near. If they were to meet� growling, she span around and started running. She ran straight through a thicket and ended up tumbling into a sort of clearing, a big tree in the centre. But she could still smell him? Why was that? And then she realised the scent was much, much stronger. She�d ran to him rather than away from him. Aghast, realisation slowly dawning on her, she looked up, to see him right there, a familiar orange and white form lounging on the branch. So much like she had seen him on the rock that one time. What?! she exclaimed, mainly to herself. Kite, what are you doing here? she snapped. In truth she had really hoped she�d see him again, but it was just so dangerous to be near him. Because Fyra wasn�t stupid. She knew, somewhere deep down, that if she carried on being with Kite she�d end up falling for him. She really could fall for him.

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\=SOAR=/ - By Kite April 20, 2012 at 09:37:17 PM
- Never play with fire - By Fyra May 30, 2012 at 05:13:13 PM

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