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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Posted on March 16, 2013 at 10:33:16 PM by Athene and Hellene
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But perhaps visiting the packs could wait for another time. While they did want to find where they belonged and wanted to expand their family, so that it was no longer the pair of them, conversing with the brutes had… been stressing, for lack of a better word. For now, the sisters were simply looking for a place to relax. Their nares had led them to this place, the wind bringing to them both the scent of destruction and the scent of beauty. Indeed, half of the meadow was burned away. The faes paused at the edge of the charcoal ground and looked at each other. Surely the beauty of the flowers would be worth a brief travel across such destruction? Hellene led the way, her paws crushing some of the leftover lumps to dust. A fine, black dust filled the air, and the pair held their breath, not wanting to inhale such particles. Their stride was long, their haunches powering them over the land, until they reached the flowers. Their adulthood was forgotten for a moment as the sisters both leapt into the meadow of flowers and rolled in the wonderful scents that surrounded them. Athene hunched down, her mostly white coat hiding underneath a group of daisies. She froze, and then launched herself onto her sister when she neared. Hellene collapsed, her russet and grey bodice crushing the flowers beneath her. The pair roll over a few times, down a slight hill and upon reaching the base, both roll onto their dorsals. Their breath comes in pants from the exertion. This was well needed. “Tell me of your mind, if I look there what shall I find? What is our next move? Our situation must improve. Is pack life next? There are ten that are indexed, but only eight should be options because of the other two’s actions.” Athene’s honey eyes rolled to look at her sister as her head lolled to the side. “ We need to find a pack, in family we now lack.” The fae fell silent, awaiting her sister’s response. “Must you always speak in rhyme, Athene? It is so vexing sometimes to hear. Just say what you mean in a simple way!” but even as Hellene spoke, she chuckled. There was nothing simple about her simple, and she had always spoken in rhyme or in rhythm. She glanced at her sister, her amber orbs searching for her sister’s honey ones, but her lids were closed. “I know what you mean though. We do need to figure out what to do next. Where to go.” |
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