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 December 29, 2012 at 06:54:39 PM by kohaku
 Nothing was happening as of late. The world of Malignant had fallen into an icy death that consisted of barren lands, no socializing (not that there was ever that much in the first place) and lonliness. Kohaku, as quiet and observant as she was, did not care to find that his royal poop-ass was scouting out different areas of land. Spying on packs seemed to be the only thing Malignant could do right these days. Ever since Queens had brought the Ice King, Kershov to the borders, tension had been strung high, like a fan from a ceiling, swirling and threatening to slice anyone who neared it's blades in half. But... that faded too. And Kohaku slipped out. Not that she didn't have to try too hard... although getting past Devil had been a little adventure of it's own. Perhaps it was her mother's blood that ran through her which made her feel somewhat... sorry for the brute... but sorry was hardly anything that would be appreciated by him. So Kohaku steered clear of any kind of conversation or contact with his silhouette. In fact... Kohaku hardly knew anyone besides Nikandros. That was a scary thought. The pale ess kept sliding through the shadows, her lithe muscles rippling underneath her ivory cloak. And then, an undesirable sound broke the silence that was allowing her peace of mind. Golden orbs flickered towards the cry for help, and she picked up on the unmistakable sound of ice creaking and cracking. It was none of her business, she told herself. None of her busi- well SHIT. A change of direction took place and the princess observed the territory. Ice, water, wolf, land. Fantastic. What kind of hair-brained imbecile would even walk on the ice to begin with? Some ass-wipe who didn't know how to swim, it would seem. What a freaking... but Kohaku's pillars took her frame forward, and as soon as she put a pad on the cold solid beneath her that cloaked most of the lake, she lowered herself to the ground, keeping her heart rate normal. She didn't want to fall in too... then her and this strange, idiotic wolf would both be in trouble. And so she continued, knowing that for a short while he would have to fend for his lonely self as she made her way carefully across the ice. Most of it was thick, but she didn't want to take any unnecessary chances that could result in a frozen Kohaku popsicle. When she did reach him, her hot breath filtered into the chilly heavens, and her sunlit pools narrowed distastefully. Harmonic lyrics flowed from her labias, touching the atmosphere like a soft hand, caressing and short, and yet... they carried a harsh tone. Malignant had wiped some of it's more spicy qualities on her.. You owe me big time, buddy. she hissed under her breath as she snapped up his nape within her jowls and wrinkled her nose at his musk. A loner... she the daughter of Scarface was... but logic set in and she began to pull backwards, not paying attention to anything else. No footholds. No grasp that she could place came and showed itself to her. Shiiiiit. Fuqit... she growled from behind his nape that was within her mug. Don't move too quickly, but start crawling. I'm a girl and unfortunately, I don't have as much muscle as you. She still pressed backwards, listening carefully for the sound of creaking ice that would deny her her ability to get him out. Then, a question popped up in her head. Her amber optics flashed with the inquiry, and then a sound snapped her concentration. Her hind broke through the ice, and she, thinking quickly, used it to her advantage and scrambled backwards, using the small indentation in the ice to propel her movements. Once he was up, she used her best amount of strength and swung him towards the land, only a few feet away. The ice groaned under her weight and she inhaled sharply. Next thing she knew, she was propelling herself with the speed and agility of a dragonfly over the top of the ice, her narrowed windows glistening as she found land and lowered her rump, sliding a bit into the cold dirt. The boy should have made it as well... and the femme looked around for the soldier who now owed her some sort of appreciative payment. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
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- Yeah, thanks. - By Deadeye300 December 30, 2012 at 02:54:27 AM
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