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.
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Posted on August 12, 2012 at 05:11:24 AM by Alice
Alice could only stare at the monstrous creature before her while horribly mangled sounds dripped from its black seething jaws. Pathetically she cringed away as she saw the thick inky substance swelling and bubbling between its scalpel like teeth; popping. The flyaway tar merely inches away from splattering her pale coat. Usually the monsters she saw had much sweeter voices. Syrupy even. Her insipid tail lashed at the wind and her sky blue eyes clamped shut in attempt to rid herself of the terrifying images ravaging her memory. Feelings and thoughts that should have never touched her pretty little mind. No never should have touched her at all. I tried to tell you, you should have left it well enough alone but NO you never listen to me… little lovely Alison always thinking she’s right, always thinking; your mind is as trustworthy as a mirage. Sink in your make belie - her eyes flew open fiercely. You see our little leading lady couldn’t bare the thought of her safe place being merely fiction. Even as her own twisted caricatures pointed to the holes in her fabricated tales she turned a blind eye; it was easier to keep yourself together with phony thread then to let yourself bleed out on the ground. “You can’t talk?” she asked warily. “They used to tell me I never stopped talking…” Internally the fragile creatures heart split like sunflower seeds but like always she simply covered it up, carefully of course with daylight and dandelions; “Blame it on the stars.” She said as if it was a known fact not just mock-up trivia; her already soft voice lowered into a even fainter whisper as if fearful those menacing dots of light might hear. “They like to pull it all apart you know, dance in circles around it like it’s a bonfire.” It of course was your pain; red hot and glowing like embers. “Because they want to see your face when it rains.”
Her pale features crumpled into something between repulsion and confusion. “My friends always liked the nighttime, don’t ask me why though I never understood… they would never visit me in the daytime… always in the dark.” She looked up suddenly very happy again; all traces of the previous sadness disappearing as quickly as it came. Just like that, an eraser across the chalkboard if you will. “They miss me…” she said suddenly breaking the silence. “I‘m sure they do, they‘ll be looking for me.” Her voice didn’t let loose how unsure she felt. No it was steadfast laced with a conviction others would kill for. Little Alice as delusional as ever… do you truly believe they miss you? You can’t can you” You would be a fool to think that because they nuzzled up to you at night they miss you now! You were all they had; lonely for so long It’s not surprising they felt the need to let off a little… steam. “Stop it just stop it!” She shrieked her eyes shut again even tighter than before. “I - I - I‘m sorry… I didn‘t mean.” What she was trying to say was that the little fit wasn’t meant for her, that she did mean to be insane, that things didn’t make sense at this particular moment but those choppy words were all that was remnant of that intended meaning.
“I mean think about it… why would they shine so brightly… if they weren‘t happy in the dark?” Her blue eyes fluttering open slightly. “I - I‘m sorry” Her voice was so childish and vulnerable; she wanted desperately to have a friend. You’re a pitiful excuse for a - “Do you like the stars?” She was suddenly very serious as if her entire existence relied on that little bit of information right as the horrible fiends fissures began to cease their oozing and the coal hued dye stopped. Ever so slowly beneath the darkness of the paint a pair of spheres started to become visible and for once Alice’s eyes lit up with true joy. Alice couldn’t remember the last time she had seen a real pair of eyes and her tail swung to and fro in testament to the feeling bubbling up inside her. Two little pieces of differently stained glass, “Your eyes… their really pretty.” Yes its eyes lets focus on its eyes because that’s what matters its EYES.
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- Listening is my key - By Seiki August 13, 2012 at 06:44:51 PM
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