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.
fallen soldier IP: 198.85.192.200 Posted on June 25, 2012 at 10:27:58 PM by Cennunon
He rejoiced at her question. She had accepted him. "I was born a bastard, to a cruel mother. This woman bore no love for her pups, only contempt and a selfish need to use me and my brother to achieve status. I was never allowed friends, nor to play. My life was composed of brutal training. Finally, In the only act of mercy I have ever known from her, She abandoned me, and took my brother with her. I was just beginning to heal...there was a fae, whom I loved, and whom planned to bear my pups. I left the den to battle an alpha, to make a name for my family, and As I was gone, she was killed by a bear. I lost the battle, and my family. I felt there was nothing left for me, no choice left. And so I wandered, barely speaking, alone, hating myself and everyone around me. But then I saw you...And somehow, there's still a light left...And I'm the moth that spotted it." He spoke, his voice raw with painful memories. When he finished, He moved slightly closer to her, and gazing at her face asked, "And What of you?" Replies:
