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.
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? IP: 94.170.199.94 Posted on January 20, 2013 at 08:36:41 PM by Channing.
Right from the off, the vixen knew this brute was going to be trouble. Luckily for him, he had chosen a rather friendly female to mess with, one that he would find difficult to annoy. I guess that’s why she made such a good mother. As the brute looked at her she caught the glimpse of boredom before he rolled her name around his tongue testing it as if he were about to test her. The lass nodded her head to agree with the fact that he had gotten her name right. Her eyes fixed on him at all times. She noticed how he turned to look at the drop behind him before turning his attention once again to her.
She nodded once again as he stated his name was Jayce, a smirk clear on his face. “It’s nice to meet you Jayce.” She said softly. After her statement to him about not wanting to fall he replied with his own sarcastic statement about only living once. The lass shuffled slightly, he really was arrogant. His whole tone was down- right disrespectful but unlike others who would have probably tried to push him over the edge by now the female simply sat and watched every movement, trying to work out just who exactly this male was. “I think you will find, you live everyday. You only die once and if you carry on like that you may just find that death sneaks up on you rather swiftly.” She watched as he dangled his paw over the edge a smile on his face and his banner wagging. She sighed softly so that it was almost inaudible and shook her head. He may have been an adult but at the moment Jayce was acting like a pup. Terrel was better behaved than this and he was only a teen.
Just as she thought she had seen it all, the lad laid down on the precipice, his haunches hanging off the edge without a care in the world. The lass watched carefully, wondering how far down he would fall if it cracked and how fast she could get to him if needed. One thing you must know about Channing is no matter how much she dislikes someone she still has a small urge to care for them. Her nature is both a good thing and a bad thing. Her ears flickered slightly as the very faint sound of cracking rumbled through her ears. A worried glaze appeared in her star gazers as she stood, her eyes fixed on the brute. “I understand you are a dare- devil but can’t you hear the cracking? If you don’t move now you will fall and I don’t want to risk my life in saving you. You may not have much to lose but I do and I can’t just let you fall.” If he had any manners at all he would remove himself from the dangerous situation and apologise for making a maiden worry. That however was highly unlikely.