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: 71.71.197.45
Posted on June 19, 2013 at 10:57:47 PM by Lilac
 For a long time, all I could remember is running. Getting away.Running is the one place where things dont seem to bother me. As long as you keep running then nothing can catch you, not your past, your problems, your worries.. anything. Its not that I dont want to remember what had happened there I just want to get away and find out if that is who I really am. I'm trying to see if all of those things defy me as a wolf,to see it they can tell me who I really am. But yet the memories of the murders it still haunts me. I keep my composure laying here. Looking at my facial features you wouldn't be able to tell that I am a wolfess with a messed up past and maybe even a messed up head. Just a pretty young wolf is all you would see, a girl who is enjoying a pretty sunny day. Letting my delicate white paws dangle over the edge of the clifft. Reminising. I have learned that just by looking at a wolf there is more to them than just what meets the eye. Looking at me for example, you wouldn't be able to tell anything about my past. Just looking at me you would see a beautiful white furred girl, delicate looking right? Beautiful light blue orbs? You could just get lost in them. Full of myself I know, but I don't act arrogant. You wouldn't belive the things I've done. You wouldn't belive me if I told you half the things I've been through. Not that I would tell you anyways. It's my buisiness not yours. I don't know what I want to get from this place, maybe I just wanted to get away from all the fighting. Find a place where I can start over and be who I want to be, without everything already being set in stone and without everybody expecting me to be something else. I know mostly little whiney pups probably say this but I want to find myself, find out who I want to be. I want to be able to pretend to be whoever and people accept me even if that means going back to my old ways. It doesn't matter to me who I become, wolfs will just have to learn to deal with me. I'm not going to be one of those lame feyas who go to that stupid river looking for a companion. That is stupid and it shows their weaknesses. Don't get me wrong if the the right wolf comes along then maybe. I smirk at my own stupidity. I think about how cleche I sound thinking about love. Believe me I'm not a hopeless romantic. Ugh those kind of wolfs can go just die. I did have a lover once . Damn. Why is it when I'm alone I always let my mind wonder endlessly. Forgetting all of that reminising crap. The view up here is actually kind of beautiful. Even If you are a cold hearted killer. But even killers have their problems. I look down at my pelt. Very soft, shiney and full. My pelt hides the clearly defined muscles in my body. If my fur was a whole lot thinner then you would think I had trained everyday of my life. Which by the way is only half of it. But they are not visable thankfully, except maybe the ones in my legs. Which helps me keep a better cover up. Only some know.. Or should I say knew the real me. They would have described me as cold hearted killer, a spy, a wolf that could easily decieve but not so easily be decieved. A very pretty wolf who could easily get all the male wolfs off of their guards, and even some females. I was a girl who could get anybody she wanted. A wolf that could seduce, kidnap, kill, torture, and do anything she pretty much wanted without feeling guilty. They Would have said that about me. That is before I ripped their jugulars out. After that they couldn't have said anything at all. Poor sods. One thing that makes me a good killer is my senses. Do you ever get the sense or the feeling like somebody is coming up on you? Trying to sneak maybe? I can tell because things are getting too quiet. I sniff my coat really quickly, nothing noticable. Even though it had been months since the last time I killed and I had washed off a thousand times I can honestly say that I am still a bit paranoid about it. I could smell nothing other than the smell of wildflowers. I had rolled in earlier. I perk my ears up a little, listening for whatever wolf dares come up here. Listening for them to speak or turn the other way. Either or is fine by me to be honest. *Morgan* |
Replies:
- Silence is a Lie - By Lokii June 21, 2013 at 00:05:53 AM
Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 21, 2013 at 00:57:26 AM
Shes so gone - By Lilac June 22, 2013 at 02:18:47 AM
Silence is a Lie - By Lokii June 22, 2013 at 03:41:59 PM
Midnight's Magic - By Magic June 23, 2013 at 02:30:29 AM
WIP - By Ka!e//Lokii June 20, 2013 at 07:30:37 PM
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