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 January 18, 2013 at 11:10:28 PM by project C.L.O.V.E.R.
 She could see the world change itself within his optics even before she spoke. It is said that one can foresee what will happen to them right before something occurs. And they react to it in a way that you would expect them to (at first). After the first few seconds, however, it is completely up to the body in what they will do. When he spoke, he spoke with the same brevity and softness that she had. It grabbed the vixen’s attention… but his words were not directed carefully enough for her liking. There were only two males who had managed to cause the organ within her chest to dance in a way that was unlike anything else she’d ever felt. It was the first sign of emotion with the valkyrie now as she stood, seemingly stupefied by the male’s presence. Midnight Air. I am Clover. Though I have been called many other things as well. She knew he could not read her. But it did not cross her mind, this thought that was somewhat vile in its ways. She dismissed it entirely, acted as if it had not even been there at all. She was not a book that could be read… she was the Rosetta stone with numerous languages all intertwined with one another, never to be deciphered except by those who already knew the language. A thought flew past her sage optics and she stepped onto the terra, away from the water where she had previously been. His words hardly reached her audettes as she moved. Are you ok? Her answer to this was short and simple. No hesitation came before or after it… and she turned her head, pausing in midstride as she spoke it. I am not. Her head turned in the direction of the pines and she stood there like a statue for moments on end, just staring. It is eerie to be around this one. Her dead eyes are much more talkative when they are in this stoic state. If you have ever felt melancholy for something you do not know of… you can relate to the emotion that Clover ejected from her very being. It was as if she were looking for something, grieving for something, happy for something (all at once) that had never even existed. Do you wish for something, Midnight Air? Is that why you desperately seek the water for answers? she did not make eye contact with him, rather, she kept staring off, her body relaxed and undisturbed by any thought of any sort. The water is cruel. Do not trust her. She will show you nothing but loneliness. Look instead in the direction you wish to go. It does not matter if it is a figurative direction or a literal one. Choose a point on the compass and follow it. Sooner or later, your destination will arrive… and you will be happy. But the water will seduce you into thinking you are alone in your troubles. It was now that Clover turned. You are never alone. Help will always come to those who deserve it. The creamy femme’s head bopped up and she smiled wearily. I should be getting back… and you should not linger where my scent has been. You don’t want your blood drained by a creature of the night. Goodbye, Midnight Air. I hope you find yourself. It was now that Clover took off, sprinting into the darkening forest back to Andere, where she was hoping to have a lovely conversation with Eric, a soldier who had kept her alive for the past month. |
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