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 November 25, 2012 at 07:05:46 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ A large clearing marked out a patch in part of the forest, previously completely covered in a variety of brightly coloured flowers with a sweet aroma. Blossom Field was once a beautiful place for wolves to bring their mates, but the fire had burnt half of the plants and an eerie feeling hung over the scarred land. Stood in the burnt down area once blooming with life, this feeling was much stronger. Every small breeze would occasionally pick up a tiny amount of left over soot and throw it in the air, whilst looking towards the still living side where flowers jostled and released pollen made the atmosphere feel dense and haunted. Not many scents of other wolves spread out of this side, most of those there to be scented having drifted from the often populated side where life blossomed and couples grinned happily at each other whilst ignoring what had become of the field. Bjomolf was one of the few happy to venture out here, having come after growing tired of the river he’d first stopped at after arriving in the forest. He held himself proudly as he stood in the centre of the scarred land, strong muscles keeping him rigid as he scented the air. Overgrown fur around his neck framed his thick face that held a stern expression set in a way to give almost nothing away. The large male was obviously dominant, preferring to fight to defend his pride than back down from a difficult fight. From the way he stood, tail high, this was obvious and an onlooker might mistake him for a statue, symbolising the pride of the wolf. He trusted his own abilities and the cool look from his eyes as he carefully observed his surroundings was lacking in both kindness and malice; his expression simply was. Upon closer observation, first appearances weren’t always correct, and his eyes could be seen to have a slight glint within them, revealing an unmistakable longing. Blossom Forest was the first place he had found where peace existed and he thought now on settling down. He was independent, a free spirit, but with that freedom often came loneliness. He sat down in a swift, carefully calculated movement, and he settled with his body as solid as ever. He head raised slightly and a small sigh escaped through his nose as he looked around to see if there was anything to do. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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