Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 168.103.248.154
Posted on May 25, 2013 at 03:44:52 PM by NeMO
. Winter is Coming . It was not that the lad knew that he was being watched-- but he had a chilly feeling running down the length of his tailbone that hinted that that was exactly what was going on. Of course, he didn't actually acknowledge this until, unbeknownst to him, the queen from the pack meeting came up behind him. At the slightest touch of her pelt against his left shoulder, he ducked. In slow motion, he cast his stargazers over, taking in the legs of the siren. The gales had been blowing into his face... so of course he hadn't scented her arrival. His unnatural portals were wide with surprise and tinged with a bit of fright. Crimson and white... his listeners had flattened against his dial as he had dropped to the ground. The reason as to why he had made such a daring move despite how close he was to the edge? It was much, much harder to push something over if it was glued to the ground in an unyielding position. The being beside him was none other than Seline. The perfume, the stance... the sound of her voice-- she gave it all away as he noticed her far too late. Don't get too close now, dear. His optics caught the tinting smile that was now lacing her lips as it had done at the pack meeting. This time, his heart did not pound within his chest cavity. She had frightened him the first time, he would admit to that. Her stare had caught him unawares and hehad felt uneasy under her striking gaze. He had not known how to react to it. But, being who he was, NeMO caught on quick to things. He learned quick and he applied quick. It was a cycle for him. If he did not learn, he would be cast off into oblivion, never to return. And though he hated who he was, he still had respect for himself, just as he had respect for all living things. Det er ingen gode og det onde, er det bare makt, og de som for svak til å søke den. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it....; Of course, his royal father had taken the saying in a total different way than his nameless son had. Nameless. NeMO was cast off into an imaginary world while Seline continued with her toxic libretto, soothing the adolescent's ear. Yes... he remembered. He had been nameless. There had been no such thing as a title for him. He was left unnamed, unwanted, unimportant. Unimportant. That was, until his yearning to please his King was unbearable and the man put the bastard on a dark path. Assassin of younger royalty from different kingdoms. A soft exhale from the boys mouth brought him back with the dame's honeyed tones. I wouldn't want to lose such a handsome new addition. He stood back up slowly, shifting his weight so that he was farther away from the edge than he had been not moments ago. That name that had been given to him then was merely something to call him by. Boy. NeMO's portals nearly slitted in distaste at even the thought of it. Boy it had been. Boy it would still be should he return. Dead boy. The story behind his faux demise was something that is not to be shared with the faint hearted... and he did not think of it now, rather his thoughts wandered, unashamedly, to Clover. The priestess with the voice that could not go above a mere whisper. It was she who had given him the title he now bore as his own. His mother had denied his existence. His father had used his existence. His fathers true Queen had worked with him to end his existence. Clover, on the other had, had given him the ability TO exist. A bitter taste filled his mug. And then she had rotted away, like a night blooming cereus. She had had her time on this planet, had done her part, and when he thought that perhaps she would become his to call family in a way that he had never been able to call family before... she had wilted. After all, the night-blooming cereus blooms only once a year, for a single night. Not a moment after she finished speaking, he found himself conscious of the lady's presence once more. She was talking to him, wasn't she? Now that the lad was outside of the pack lands, he had no worry that he was not allowed to speak-- and with that in mind, the young ogre opened his bloody mouth, revealing sharp ivories to the growing light. His words were lined with preparatory caution. Everything was thought out. Every syllable was timed and every word was polite. "I would ask for forgiveness from you for not realizing your being here... but I believe that granting pardon encourages undesirable behavior to continue." The untamed brute's skull only came up to the beginning of her nape, just above her breast. Yet still he kept eye contact, or at least tried to. If her portals wandered, he would feel as if he were challenging her ability to perform such actions as 'forgive' and he would stare back out at where the horizon kissed the earth's surface. || NeMO || teen || male ||  |
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- w e d o n o t s o w - By SELINE. May 25, 2013 at 07:02:11 PM
winter is coming - By NeMO June 3, 2013 at 06:45:12 PM
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