<small>&& i'll spread my wings and be a dove... {mocha}</small>

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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&& i'll spread my wings and be a dove... {mocha}
IP: 92.11.71.195
Posted on April 9, 2013 at 07:26:37 AM by Yonna

My sandy coloured paws gently touch the blossomed carpet where a flower narrowly misses my step but I wish not to destroy such a delicate life. In a physical state I believe that I am relatable to a flower. No one seems to listen to my soft voice, wolves walk past me as if I am dead � crushing my soul like they crush a flower beneath them. My lime green eyes cast a look on the other side. What is this place? A fire has destroyed half of this area but someday I know it will regrow and maybe the second generation of life will blossom into something greater. I drag my eyes away from the dead and devote my attention onto life. Flowers are everywhere! As I move forward I am engulfed and overwhelmed by the luxurious perfume of flowers. It is terribly powerful and I find my eyes cringing in the attempt at blocking the scents. I blink a few times as I try to familiarise myself with it but after a while I become used to it. A curious bee swims around my body, creating a smirk on my lips. I dip my head slightly as it passes over me and begin my venture.

This is my first time since I have gone anywhere alone, I have feared moving away from the place I had once called home. Of course, I have always hated that pack. I was very popular � depending on how you describe popularity. You see, I was very popular to be bullied. I was the daughter of the crazy girl, the daughter of a wolf who only thought about spreading her wings and flying. I have � apparently - inherited my mother�s spirit but I do not believe that is such a terrible thing. What is so good about reality anyway? What is delightful about venturing outside to seek out a mate, having pups and sit around doing nothing? I want to live and jump and leap like a little pup� I don�t want to be savagely twisted like my mother. I am going to be useful and that is not a hope or a dream it is a piece of fragile knowledge. I don�t know what pack I shall join, there are many to choose from in Blossom Forest but I acknowledge one thing; a few of those are dark and twisted� I shall not be venturing there.

I have never met my father � but they say I have his fiery touch. They say I have his strength and determination.

In the distance I can see a group of trees; I decide to support my sandy plume over by them. As hard as I try, I end up stepping on many flowers. I try to sort them out; fix them up but to no avail. This makes my journey much longer than it should be. I give up then, just attempting to step on the least amount of flowers possible. When I finally reach the end of my expedition, I choose one of the trees buried in the field of flowers. It has a ring of grass around in where I can lay and not harm. The rough bark slides against my mandible, I feel its jaggedness, its use of a weapon to some strange legged foe. They do not voyage to Blossom Forest. They are not welcome. A sigh escapes from my slightly opened jaw. I finally possess the peace and quiet that I require. A sun kissed leaf falls to the ground, elegant as a snowflake. A smile twinges at my maw and I rest my head.

Elegant as a snowflake�

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Word Count: 610.
OOC:this sucks. u.u sorry

Yonna | Pupless | Tied no one | No Pack | Adult Female
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I have died ^{every day} waiting for you - By Mocha April 11, 2013 at 07:45:00 PM
&& i'll spread my wings and be a dove - By Yonna April 12, 2013 at 05:31:44 PM

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