She was so damn happy, and that was pretty new to this ebony femme. She had the most amazing family ever; and she had met someone...Seoras. Her heart fluttered at the memory of the excitable male who had first welcomed her into Bright Moon. Blaze was becoming more and more aware of the fact she might have the teeniest, tiniest crush on him. Plus she had also made other amazing friends. So, in short, the femme was happy.
Blaze had grown up in a rather horrid pack, and had the scars to prove it. One ear held a rip in it, from a time she had slipped during an aggressive training exercise. Finally, her only choice had been to run. Run, or stay and be slaughtered at the hands of the people she was supposed to be able to trust. Her teenage years were very lonely. As a loner, she trusted no wolf, living in fear that one day, she'd be caught and dragged back to her own living hell. That was until she found Blossom Forest, and Bright Moon.
Right now, however, the fae had taken the time to enjoy the world around her, and was currently splayed out in the sunlight reflecting down in this field. White stockings caught the light and glimmered dimly, whilst her electric blue hues remained hidden behind closed eyes. Life was good, and she sincerely hoped it stayed that way. Probably an idealistic hope, but hey, a wolf could dream.
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