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 April 11, 2013 at 07:45:00 PM by Mocha
Light, powdery blue eyes darted around the forest. Her mocha-brown sides were heaving. The white on her stomach and brown was coated with perspiration. Behind her, a dark, mysterious figure quickly approached her, roaring. She was panicked. Not even really thinking about it, she went where she decided it would be more safe- Blossom Field, the open area. Tree branches and fallen boughs whipped against her face, stinging, but she kept the pace up. There was no way! Mocha was going to let herself be caught. Her small, clumsy legs were beginning to grow weary, as the figure seemed to grow more powerful with her tiredness. Eventually, she just stopped, heaving, barely able to breath. Whipping around as she regained her senses, the figure leaped with a roar. She shot out of the way so quick, she could've sworn fire shot from her tail. Whipping around once more, she let out a squeaky bark. The figure turned towards her and cackled, standing up on it's immense four black legs.
Come, my dear princess, together, we can rule the world!
She shook with fury, anger growing in her eyes.
Never!
He just cackled some more, preparing to attack once again. Scanning her eyes, evaluating her surroundings, she spotted that the trees seemed to thin here. Her orbs picked up a slight sliver of red. The field was in sight! Then he attacked. He jumped almost as if in slow motion, paws reaching out for her, fire practically shooting out of his paws. Backing up, she stamped her paw on the ground. The black wolf landed with a thud, startled. At first it was faint. Faint squeaks and chirps, almost. A smug smile grew on the pup's face. Without warning, the squirrels and chipmunks were all over him. They never kept coming, millions surrounding the wolf now. You couldn't see him, only his form struggling under the so many attacking squirrels. After listening to his anguished cries for a while, she growled, and the chipmunks and squirrels slowly receded back to wherever they had come from. Approaching her opponent, she could see her was obviously defeated. Scratches, bits, and blood covered him. His weary red eyes started into hers. Smoke started to rise up against him, blocking his form.
I will be back.
And then the smoke covered him completely, the silent tendrils enveloping him in a dark tomb. As it cleared, he was nowhere to be seen. Mocha smiled victoriously, head and tail high, chest puffed out, then proceeded to walk into the meadow.
Of course, none of the above actually happened. Yes, Mocha had walked through the woods (ran) and made it to the field, but that was it. The Lord of Darkness, her little army- everything was a piece of her imagination. You see, Mocha was orphaned the first day she ate meat, which happened to be fairly quick. So the pup had never learned the difference between right and wrong, safe and dangerous. She'd lost all the social skills she'd had, and never learned the rest, which was a lot. Most of all, Mocha hadn't learned how to grow up. No, she's not some mental teen, still quite young and small, actually. It hadn't been too long. But sooner or later, she would be a teen, and she'd still be in her own puppy little world.
As she made her way proudly past the white, pink, and red roses, the daisies, the poppies, the tulips, she was happy. This was her favorite place. The bright, vibrant colors appealed to her, as well as the sunny, open area. She could play all she wanted, along with fight her fantasy enemies. Then she saw the wolf. From this distance, she couldn't make anything out only that it was a wolf. It could be a spy of the Lord of Darkness! She shot off once again, clumsily making her ways through the colorful terrain. As she grew closer, her pace slowed to a walk, as she saw the wolf wasn't black as all the spies were. It could even be a friend, with that cream colored fur.
Mocha didn't see it coming. One minute, she was as content as could be, next minute, a searing pain stinging her paw.
OWWWWWEEEEEEE!
She cried. Flopping down, she felt two more stings on her side!
AHHHHH! I'M DYYYIINNNNGGG! OWWWEEEEE! HELLLPPPP MEEEE!
She yelled loudly, inspecting her paw. There was some sort of small stick in it, but she didn't know it was a bumblebee stinger. Licking it only pushed it in further, making it hurt more. She did the same with the two on her side. Sobs racked her small form, tears leaked down her muzzle.
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- && i'll spread my wings and be a dove - By Yonna April 12, 2013 at 05:31:44 PM
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