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 23, 2013 at 00:52:10 AM by Simber
It's what he had been told anyway. Well, it was partially true. His heart was like it; hard to get to. ~The russet colored brute walked towards the field, honestly not knowing where he was going. He was new here, and managed to find his way to Romance River. Now, his tannish paws brought him to here. Blossom Field. He could understand why it was named that, for all the flowers, but what happened to the other half? It looked like it was burned; was it a forest fire? It must of been. ~His paws dragged against the ashes and burnt ground beneath him, on the other side of the field. If it was a fire, which he was almost positive it was, he would feel bad for those who died. Simber bowed his head in silent prayer, and his lips moved slightly as he thought of the words. At this time he had stopped his paws in the ashes, them digging in a bit. His amber orbs were hidden behind his delicate lids, and his tassel hung low. May those who died here be safe up in wolf heaven, and meet their loves on Rainbow Bridge one day. Amen. ~Simber raised his cranium back up, and showed his amber eyes once again. The tan fur laid on his back, as if nothing had flowed through his mind. As if his mind was empty, and this brute held no emotions. The amber eyes, did the same as well, on the outside at least. Simber held emotions, but usually never showed them, that's all. ~Well, he was usually like that. no one found him friendly, or even the friend type. He spoke little; it was rare if he spoke quick and much. But, one day, he really wanted to make a friend, and possibly have a mate. Right now, it was too soon. He'd need to adjust to Blossom first. That was Simber's first goal. ~His paws started moving again, out of the ash part of the field to the flowery side. his muscley shoulders rippled with every step, but it wasn't noticiable through the rusty fur of his. Simber was proud of his fur, it kept it's natural shine whatever he did. His hindquarters hit the ground with a silent thud, and his tassel kept wrapped around his right back pillar. He wouldn't let out a howl, just whoever came, came. ||Simber||Male||Adult|| |
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- Become one with Mother Russia, да? - By Ivan Braginski April 23, 2013 at 01:22:33 PM
Solid As Stone - By Simber April 23, 2013 at 08:20:13 PM
Become one with Mother Russia, да? - By Ivan Braginski April 24, 2013 at 00:13:22 AM
Solid As Stone - By Simber April 24, 2013 at 07:58:02 PM
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