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 24, 2013 at 07:58:02 PM by Simber
It's what he had been told anyway. Well, it was partially true. His heart was like it; hard to get to. ~What Simber wanted to know was if this place, Blossom Forest, was safe. Of course it wasn't, there's always someone in an area to mess it up. Probably like a rapist or something. Or some craszy whacked up murderer. But if he actually got to know one, and know that it wasn't their fault, he wouldn't mind and try to help. ~Simber still started intently at the boy in front of him, waiting for him to reply. In fact, the ivory boy in front of him replied rather quickly. "Да, comrade. I'm fine." His odd colored eyes couldnt hide feelings as much as Simber's amber could, but he wasn't one to judge on another's abilities. Nor appearances. When someone did that, it was just rude. ~Rough, scratchy words came out of the rusty colored brute's maw once again, commenting back on the white boy's statement, from Simber's own question. The first part was more of a mumble, but he(or at least tried to) "If you say so. Anyways, what's your name? I'm Simber." It was always the same monotone voice that came from his vocal chords, and sometimes he wished he could show his emotions much easier. ~He was drilled as both a pup and a teen to be serious about everything, and not to love, not to be happy, and only to be depressing. That's what Simber thought of it now. Serious, boring, and depressing. That's all he was, and he hoped to change. ~Simber had more curiosities about this boy that was laying in his perphial vision. His amber eyes seemed relaxed, but yet like stone too. "Just wondering, from what origin are you? More clearly, where are you from? I was born just outside of Blossom, well more like a few miles away from here." A smile crossed Simber's maw, and he didn't even realize it. And he didn't even feel what you're suppossed to feel while smiling. Poor Simber. My stiff actions may scare you, but my thoughts are like any other. "My voice is a wandering soul, begging for someone in a bored tone." OOC: Can you read the white text? If you can't, I'll find a different color to change it too. ||Simber||Male||Adult|| ||~Rosie <3~|| |
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