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 25, 2013 at 10:37:29 PM by Airon
The word was probably only used when one was betrayed or hurt. It wasn't screamed like profanity, only whispered like the gentle breeze that blew through the lower canopies. Silence... a word used to describe the weak or the abused. It was a word that would forever remain part of the lad but not forced upon him. Airon’s lips parted to let a breath air escape his mouth, one more second of life has passed, one more minute coming to pass His lips closed silently and without a word. He was a wolf of few words, after his past he had reason to be. His multi-hued coat gleamed in the sunlight and his mixed eyes showed only sorrow. There hadn’t been any reason for him to smile in many moons. He was a loner with no pack, no mate, and really no life to look forward to. He needed a purpose, a quest, or just something or someone to occupy his time. Maybe a friend to be found or a mate to love, anything, But that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t smile; his past was a hideous story, some might call it a tall tale, but it was his past and that was irreversible. It was something he wasn’t proud of, quite the opposite. Airon stopped in mid-step and looked at the boundless land in-front of him. It stretched for miles into the everlasting horizon. Directly in-front of him was a portrait of his mind, an ash strewn land. Black soot covered every square inch but in the distance colors were popping up. Maybe this was future; a travel through the past but eventually light and color would enter his life once again. That thought conjured a tiny little smile on his face but the path in-front of him seemed dim. Airon slowly made his was across the land thoughts scattered around his brain. There was no system of organization for him, just random thoughts at random times. The colorful things in the distance were becoming clearer and they eventually turned to flowers. Bright blossoms and tall grass waved in the wind; not many wolves could be seen in the field but it was understandable with the seemingly recent fire. His miss-matched eyes spotted a lone figure sitting in the field. His footsteps became quieter as if by nature. He came up behind the wolf and looked at him for a minute deciding whether or not to speak. He padded around to see the front of the wolf the wolf was very challenged with his missing limbs but it went unnoticed by Airon. He knew the pain of rejection and this wolf may have been through Hello… my name is Airon.You are? Replies:
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