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.
Always room for IP: 50.124.53.110 Posted on September 15, 2012 at 09:36:16 PM by Venix
OOC: I don't have word count on my kindle. But I will try a lot of words. :) and sorry if I got title wrong, I didn't really know how to close the small and super. <3
IC: Venix padded into the burnt part of the meadow, kicking up charcoal as he walked. All he wanted to smell was fire, but the distant smell of flowers overwhelmed him. He spat, hating the smell.
Venix sat down, the slight breeze ruffling his fur. He saw wolves here and there, Venix wished he ruled them. He looked forward to the day he could challenge a pack, but Venix was never in an actual fight before. If only he knew some good techniques, he would be all set. Venix looked at the sun, squinting his eyes. It was noon. He lay his head on his paws, dozing off.
"There's no room in this pack for weak links. That's all you are and all you will ever be!" His father spat on him, leaving a big splat of mucus on his black and brown fur. "You're a coward as a father and always will be!" He countered. Venix just recieved another spat and a swat that left the scar along his face. Venix's abusive father was a merciless alpha of a tough southern pack. He had led his pack to battle against its enemy pack. In the middle, almost every wolf in the pack had been slaughtered because Venix's father, a coward, had fled. That action had nearly killed off the whole pack. "YOU'VE NEVER BEEN A WOLF AND YOU NEVER WILL BE! YOU'RE A DEMON FROM HELL!" Venix exploded at his father, echoing around the clearing. It was heard many miles around, all the birds scattering off the trees.
Venix lifted his head, the wind now blowing charcoals in his face. A piece flew up and struck him in the eye. "Damn wind." He cursed under his breath. He lapped up water from a puddle in the flowers quickly, the stench of the flowers hitting him full-force. Venix remembered the day he first got here. He'd recently been scouting all the packs, finally choosing Moondown Shadows. Seemed a fit enough pack for him. Venix lifted his tail, not showing any signs of weakness. This was not a pack territory. He just hoped someone could help him fight.
OOC: If you don't want me to say a few bad words sometimes, just tell me. I know some people don't like it. :) Replies: There have been no replies.
