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.
KISS ME ONCE, KISS ME TWICE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN... IP: 92.11.78.149 Posted on May 15, 2012 at 05:41:09 PM by Kenina
I had left the bulky brute; Njord, we both had voyaged in different directions. He is and was far too insolent for my liking; in fact I have not met a ruder wolf in my life! I prefer a wolf with a taste of adventure but he would not get off his lazy butt, oh well, I just guess this wolf was not meant to be my friend, although now I am off to find, or at least search for another canine companion, I hope I can – it is incredibly despairing and rather solitary when there are no souls beside you, you are also in a vulnerable more than usual down to being alone. Wolves could easily capture you without much fuss – with much ease. However, I am prepared to put up a fight if, by any chance, some foolish boy or girl comes along trying to hurt or potentially kill me, I’m not going anywhere and I am defiantly not going to be taken down by someone mentally weaker than me. I am strong, I am bold; I am my own wolf. I shall not be stolen, or have something terrible happen to me without my permission. Not that I would give my permission; why would I do that? I’d be stupid.
Instead of stream walking, I find my appendages leading me to a cliff, I assume this is the cliff they dub ‘Rainbow Cliff.’ But there’s not much of a rainbow about from what I can see; then again it we haven’t had much rain. Shame – I love bouncing about in puddles – it is almost like getting drunk, if wolves could do such things. But I have seen, as a pup, a drunken standing tailless who ended up falling and dying in the harsh and frosty snow. It was not a pretty sight but I know for sure that I will not end up dead; I will not even find myself drunk! Or at least hopefully not, I mean I don’t plan to but you never know: I might end up finding a bottle of that liquid stuff they use… To quench their thirst? Not sure it would go great with my taste buds however; I’d sure love to try it.
My gentle muscled limbs (although they are incredibly lithe.) climbed the rough rocky terrain, the domain digging into my bare but rough pads. For a female of my size, which is small, I travel quickly. Legs here, then there, nope they’re over there. Around me, various wolves’ making various sounds travelled in and out of my ear. I don’t notice the loud noises around me because of my focused game, I am concentrating hard but still I stop occasionally to listen to the occasion ‘caw’ of a crow or a small and contented song of a beautiful bird. But then after witnessing it, I am off again. Trying to reach the top with an incredibly fast pace but then my senses return as rain falls… I could have fallen with one misguided step; just like the rain falls from a young cloud… I’m nearing the top now, however… So I slow my pace and just think, about everything.
If I had fallen, I wonder if I would have survived; luckily I hadn’t fallen and wouldn’t have to experience it. My whole life was at risk with one stupid and dumb mistake. Would anyone have helped? Would they have even been able to help me if I had fallen – it would have been alright if I could fly, if I was a bird with marvellous and astounding wings? If I had fallen, and I was a bird, all I would have to do is spread my wings and I’d be safe and sound, my wings would not fail me as it is truly wonderful and magical that someone should be able to fly…
The rain falls upon my pearl pelt, a quiver of excitement bounds my body. I should be off but the rain is so generous as it falls, creating puddles for drinking, a swimming pool for pups and of course… Fun! My head reaches up, and a tongue lolls out, a drop on my nose, one on my tongue and so on. The crystalline drops bead my fur until I shake, where it goes flying off. But the rain hasn’t stopped now, the liquid still flows from the clouds, being shaken and prodded and until every ounce is gone. But that hasn’t happened yet so I enjoy the fresh water and continue my climb.
One step, two steps, three steps…
The top, my body seizes this opportunity with a jump; my hind legs kick off with a powerful push of the rocks. My pads reach the solid earth, and I applaud myself with a few jumps and splashes in a shallow puddle. Suddenly the faintest scent fills my nostrils; another wolf! I bound to meet the canine whose scent has led me to this small and dingy cave. “Hello, solider. I’m Kenina, why are you hiding in here then? The rain is awesome!” I introduce myself with such enthusiasm I can’t help but to grin wide.
It is a brute; I think to myself, I can just make out his lush green eyes. Another green-eyed brute! I hope that this lad isn’t as rude and as bad mannered as that idiot I had just met. I can just make out odd tufts of crimson browns and a greyed white. “La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la –“ I sing softly to myself trailing off into a hum and finding my way back into the ‘la.’
My mustard eyes stare at the lad, and so do my pearl ivories, fully grown. I can’t understand why wolves don’t like the rain. I love it! It’s like having a wash without having to do a wash; of course I couldn’t live in it otherwise I’d die! But it’s a pleasure to witness the mighty liquid giving us strength, flowers, nutrients. It was a good life to live…
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(Sorry for a bit of a wait. It’s not very good but hey, ho.)