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 June 22, 2013 at 06:13:41 PM by Leila
Leila’s dark pistons scouted across of the border, searching for any lonely travellers who yearned in desperation, for a home in the wondrous lands of Aurora Borealis. Alas, there had been no change in the disposition of the pack; all was quiet… The spectre for a long time had been yearning for some change, excitement – some drama! Her limbs came to a slow but steady halt, examining the outer lands. She had never been so involved in a pack before. She longed for the freedom. And if it was change she wanted, Leila decided finally, she would have to conjure in up for herself. It wouldn’t hurt to cross the borders just for a little bit, right? She had not been presented a duty in the pack, so she had no responsibilities. And she would always return – it was her home and she would never leave it completely… Especially since she had a strong friendship with Kally, a progressing friendship with Hellene and a strong compel to watch over Tyson; like a big sister would. The phantom shook her head – what did she care? She feared nothing, especially since she had stuck out on her own for a long time. Without hesitation, she exposed herself outside of the border and began at a quick pace, bolting down to anywhere and everywhere. Whilst she ran, she processed the directions in her mind – contemplating where to go. She was forced to make a quick journey through the water, wading across to the side of Romance River. But this was not where she desired to go, although on her way she did not hesitate to size up a few brutes. She crossed the borders of Moondown Shadows, crossing a few more streams, running alongside of Spring Ground’s borders and eventually she reached her destination; Blossom Field. The darkened spectre glided gracefully through the meadow, sweet scents of flowers floating up to greet her nose, warming her senses. The pleasant aromas caressed her bodice, raising her spirit to the upmost of heights. Leila smiled, fiery eyes gazing around the land – looking for somewhere to settle but not somewhere she would be hidden by the prying shadows. Company was something she yearned for; new faces and all of that. Leila’s gaze cast glances all around before spotting a desired area; a cluster of trees. Although only under one she would rest however. Her paws rose up and down in elegant movements. Her tail swirled around her, swaying as gentle as the breeze. She took off a slow pace but she was quick footed, hips swaying as always. Once she had reached the tree, she settled with a circle of hesitation. Leila’s haunches and back rested against the powerful trunk. How many days had the tree seen? The spectre did not know. But many, she assumed, in all its glory and vigour. Word Count: 476 OOC: Souleh |
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- Livin' la Vida Loca - By Antonio Fernández- Carriedo June 29, 2013 at 11:41:40 AM
crossing the path of fire - By Leila June 29, 2013 at 03:48:25 PM
Livin' la Vida Loca - By Antonio Fernández-Carriedo June 29, 2013 at 06:20:08 PM
dance with me;; - By Leila July 5, 2013 at 06:12:32 PM
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