Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 99.195.110.114
Posted on December 27, 2012 at 05:05:21 AM by SELF;;
Time was passing by so slowly. Every time rain fell upon the earth, or snowflakes breached the ever present barrier of gravity, the world was carrying a message meant for those who listened to her tidings. Those who were open to enlightenment as an idea and just a small token of god-driven wisdom. Those who were not afraid of passing into the depths of darkness and unknown despite fear lingering like a long past memory in their sinful hearts. Distant but still there nonetheless. Self was not born this time of year. Her date of conception, however, played along with the dates nearby. But no, the lovely and strange creature of neither light nor dark, was born not in winter time but in spring, when the birds were starting to hatch in nests made of twigs and saliva and thread, and young fawns stayed painfully close to their mothers side, sticking like sap to their teats and drinking their weight in ambrosia that nourished their bones and held up their hearts. Soft footfalls fell into the path carved by many long lost wanderers, though it was possible that they had never truly been lost at all… Self was such a soul, as well. One who did only what the wind told her to. Whose shadow could disconnect itself from her side and come back before nightfall, having taken an unexpected adventure to a far off land in a daydream. She paid no mind to trivial wars between brothers, whose blood ran with the same lavish DNA ties. Nor did she mind the territories that marked where one male ruled and where the land in between was free game for all. The she-wolf stopped many a time at these, her talons caressing those borders and she danced along the edge as a silhouette, fulfilling the night’s desire to own a being. But she continued on afterwards, seemingly uninterested in the way of life she was missing out on compared to the life that she was following presently. Self’s attitude and personality could change with a simple sweep of the plume; she was not bipolar, though many had given her the title of such. Good and bad days ruled this out for the blind and mute miss. She spoke to no one and she set gaze on no one. Behind those curtains, however, there was a treasure to be discovered… and onlookers who tried to communicate with her no doubt felt the priceless colors… perhaps they even longed to see what lay underneath. But this was all in vain. To overestimate her was a common mistake placed on her lean frame. She was no healer and she was no fighter. She was Self. Meaningful yet useless all at the same time. A paradox within a lie. The possible hidden underneath that mistaken as the “impossible.” Self cannot be described. She is merely a being who was born a being. Nothing more and nothing less than a mortal whose blood runs red, just as yours does. As she reached the top of the cliff that she had been scaling, her pads clutching to the rocks beneath her mass as if she expected the world to turn over and shake her clean off. Her side brushed up against an adjacent boulder and she followed it up like a spiraling staircase, slowing as she began to taste the atmosphere more clearly, though that itself is not the correct term for it, I think you get what I’m trying to describe. She stopped just as the sun tipped over the horizon, spilling blood onto the distant landscape. She would not see it, though. She inhaled deeply, holding tightly to her life as she teetered towards the dangerous drop. A blind and mute valkyrie taking a short getaway to a potentially fatal cliffside that not even the see-ers dare to play chicken with. What a strange girl… ooc: omygod this post sucks... but hey... i wriote it super late at night... and im super tired... and...i felt bad... SO IGNORE THE SHITTYNESS. and deal with it. e-e messed around a lot with your table <3 hope you dont mind me changing where the picture is XD || female || older teen || S E L F ❤ |
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