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.
IF YOUR A BIRD IM A BIRD IP: 71.210.222.243 Posted on June 21, 2012 at 00:53:03 AM by Alice
Thrush was an injured soul, someone who could not even begin to see the world wholly in all of its glory. She had been broken far beyond repair and right now nothing could bring her back, not even soothing murmurs or pretty false smiles. People had ruined her on the inside to which her reaction was to shut everything and everyone out. She only spoke when asked a direct question and she only laughed when she was told to before hand. If their was one thing she had learned over the years with her parents in their countless social gatherings it was to laugh and to smile, to laugh and smile and to be damn good at it. No matter how breathtaking they were; and believe me they were - they were rehearsed and strangely doll like. Hollow but beautifully elegant. It was a smile that could turn heads but she couldn’t even begin to understand why. She hated her smile.
Coal tipped audits swiveled in the direction of sound, the faint sound of grass and wild flowers giving way neath large uncaring claws. Claws. She involuntarily quavered on the inside, unnoticeable to anyone around her. She never made such sounds, her footfalls were always silent - never making reverberations on the earth like that. Her eyes fell to her feet as a man approached, a man or a boy she couldn’t tell - only a simple testosterone laced cologne reached her nares. Her big brown doe eyes remained focused on the ground at her feet. He spoke something along the lines of a greeting but to be honest she hadn’t been expecting him to speak to her so she didn’t really pay that close of attention. “Hello mister.” Her voice, contrary to what you might think was normal and vastly different from the mechanical sound one might expect to hear, it was actually quite feminine but that is how she was; one big illusion put in place to please others - besides of course those eyes. Those eyes of hers were her only weakness; they revealed that sadness to the ones who have felt the things she has felt.
