At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on October 21, 2012 at 01:09:15 AM by i v e v
I have to get out. |
With the wind, rippling the rivets in the lake, came Arawyn's want for reconciliation. Why would she need it? Her skin wasn't the color of a sinner, or a seeker for the night. Only the tawny-gray hues that reflected the ancestors all wolves had in common, in the ancient ages. What would she even need to release the demon who clawed endlessly at her pulse? Her legs swung steadily about the trail, her screen apathetic, disclosing nothing the outside world. The young queen's coloums flashed endlessly in her walk, the sinewy tendons along her bones sheathed in a pale tannish-grey. Her outward disposition did not even come close to her inward soul, roiling, fighting for an unianimous choice for how Arawyn could respond to her endictment. But no solitary answer came out. All it did was make her insides hurt. The path she had so carelessly been traversing was one that deer used mostly, loping down from the high plateaus, mesas, and hills favored by large prey, mostly elk. Arawyn had been there for most of the summer, sheltering in the lone stands of aspens and stone pines. When the decidiceous aspens' thousands of leaves began to yellow and wilt, Arawyn took it as a signal to depart the hunting grounds, and find an answer to her brooding and the hurt racking inside. She cantered along the deer-run, clear citrine jewels dusky. Several days of endless walking, only broken by a brief rest had taken her deep into the clutches of the Forest. The overlapping scents of previouc lupins criss-crossed her path, heading this way and that. Most likely they were heading for a landmark, such as the Rainbow Cliffs. Or, they were searching for a pack to call their own, which Arawyn head no intention of doing.Yet. Around her swirled leaves, filtering down from above to rest on the terrain. In the solstice-season, the ground changed radically, matching the flattering hues the trees took on. The earth began to freeze at night, making Arawyn's digits ache in the cold, whilst brilliant pastels of ochre and gold clutched the overhead branches in greedy fingers, ripping away the maples' and other hardwood's life sources away and throwing them, unheeded, onto the ground. The creatures of the Forest were beginning to prepare for the deep black hue of winter, the season of Death. After an hour of walking, reveling in nature, Arawyn came to a standstill on an earthen precipice. Her russet and silver cranium and lighter sternum pressed through the trangle of saplings and branches to peer down the slopes. Below was a massive bowl of aqua, shining like the sun on snow. Dying reeds wavered along it's marshy edges, but long plains of banks snugly held the lake in place. It was empty, void of all four-legged creatures, perfect for Arawyn to rest her wary bodice. |
Arawyn/No holdings/Claimed by none/♛Played by i v e v♛. |
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