A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on November 17, 2012 at 10:12:00 PM by S k y f a l l
// Skyfall // Brute // The brute walks through the forest, a blue storm raging in his eyes. They were intertwined with intelligence, giving him a smart, but almost daring look. As if he were to say, 'go ahead. Just try an stop me.' His black legs were buff, matching the rest of his strong body. Around his eyes were splatters of paint, slowly caressing its way down to his cheeks, painting his neck, belly, the bottom of his tail, and of course, the tip. But the artist that painted the wolf couldn't just stop there, he had to put something more upon the wolf, to give him his elegance. And thus, a mark resembling the moon was created upon his hip. His name? Skyfall. Now the brute wanders around the territory called 'Blossom Forest,' finding himself somehow pleased. Usually he had to go to many places, and then choose where he will stay, but this place was different. It was perfect for him, since he could just be alone forever, or there was a place to find a mate. Pfft... He needn't not a mate. Too much responsibility! Even as he told himself this, he somehow found his way to a place called Romance River. Great. He shuts his eyes for a moment, though they show no emotion, he was badly irritated. Opened again, they led him to the river. He was quite parched, so he took many gulps of water before laying down upon the sandy bank. Why did it have to be such a warm day...? He wondered quietly to himself. He fell asleep almost instantly after he lay upon the ground. He looks around, where was he? The sky above him was dark, but there were no stars or any moon. The air was cool with chills in the air, there were no tree to harbor him from the strong breezes passing through the open land. His head turned, but his legs were paralyzed. Not again. He watched listened, but knew there was no hope. It was going to get him. A creature with eyes that glowed yellow in the dark erupted from out of no where. It got closer, and closer, the sound of its rumbling voice sounding in the brute's ears. Stop... No! Stop! He couldn't bear it, and his head fell to the ground, raindrops falling gently from his eyes. No. As he awoke, he showed no sign of his dream on the outside, but inside, his head was tumbling. A few of the thoughts could have been translated into, I've had this dream every day for months, or Why? Why does this happen to me? The him on the outside showed not a single sign of emotion. Not even a spark. |
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- She's A Rose Alright - By Yankee Rose November 18, 2012 at 01:03:41 AM
Skyfall Is Where It Starts - By S k y f a l l November 18, 2012 at 08:21:44 PM
She's A Rose, Alright - By Yankee Rose November 18, 2012 at 09:31:03 PM
(message deleted) - By ... November 17, 2012 at 10:55:57 PM
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