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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Honey, you should see me in a Crown
IP: 75.69.70.40

James Moriarty. Call me Jim. Odd name, Ocarina, but not a bad one.

He kept his words neat and clipped, trying to convince yet another person that he was an English gentleman, and not criminal psychopath. He'd always been good at acting and it usually took them a while to figure it out.

Or at least until he had his claws on their throat.

He and his sister had both been trained to kill as assassins since birth. And it had gotten her an odd sort of employment, and had driven him insane.

He turned and gave her an easy smirk of a smile, and his near colorless ice blue eyes bored into hers as if he could look into the depths of her soul there.

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