At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on May 29, 2013 at 03:56:49 AM by Apollonia
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Ever since she had awoken, and fought and crawled her way out of the river, Apollonia had felt disjointed in her life. She was a pup with no parents, a wolf with no home, a being with no memory. She couldn’t even probably miss any of them, for the simple reason that she had no memory. The faeling had been alone since then, no clear path laid out before her paws for her to travel down. Until she had met the brute that now hovered over her, acting as her protector as she braved the deadly still waters of the lake. Since then she had had a companion in her pointless travels, though he probably did not enjoy her company as much as she enjoyed his. After her rumbling stomach scared the wits out of her, she coughed and sputtered as she raised her soaked bodice from the water. The shivering took over once more, and her emeralds glanced up at the brute, a feeling of embarrassment overcoming her. But then she felt his wet nose nuzzling against her wetted pelt, and a small smile made its way upon her maw. His open kissers opened, his incisors grasping her scruff and lifting her out of the water. As his teeth bit down upon the pressure point, endorphins rushed through her veins, relaxing her completely. Her haunches lengthened, all of her limbs hanging limply. Emeralds watched as the water, now a distance below her, grew shallower with each subsequent step that Lycaon took. She relaxed as finally the earth below her became solid, in the form of gravel. The pup began to struggle to be put down, her sense of confidence returning now that she had left the immediate area of the water, and she felt humiliated that the brute had plucked her up and had had to save her. Strength returns to her legs, and she starts kicking out, trying to ready herself to land on the ground steadily whenever the brute drops her. Should he drop her, she will stumble a step, but bounce back quickly. Should he gently place her on the ground, she will shake out her pelt. Either way, she will nuzzle against his limb once more, thankful for him plucking her from the frigid waters. Never before in all of her new memories had she felt safer than in his presence, and she found it hard to believe that there had been a time even before her lost memory when she felt as safe. But the faeling's gladness soon soured at the thought that the brute would now leave her, having fulfilled his promise to bring her to water. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ OOC- sorry for the short post too, I was just too excited for your next post <3 |
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- {We are sick and we are tired.} - By Lycaon. May 30, 2013 at 02:32:04 PM
Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia June 2, 2013 at 08:12:52 PM
{We are sick and we are tired.} - By Lycaon. June 3, 2013 at 06:38:45 PM
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