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.
Livin' la Vida Loca IP: 75.69.70.40 Posted on June 29, 2013 at 11:41:40 AM by Antonio Fernández- Carriedo
¡Que viva España!
Antonio Fernández- Carriedo scanned the field from where he lay in the sunlight. Many thought it odd that a brute such as himself often came, and then left by himself on a regular basis. But that was only because he would never let anyone know about that small, guilty part that stored itself in to back of his mind, and just how damned pleased it was to lay there and observe the females that came through the area. He honestly disgusted himself, and he was well aware that he had better things to do: like let each fae he met melt at the hands of his accent, looks, and well-practiced “Latin lover” style flirting. But no, he was perfectly content to stare at them shamelessly.
The thought of taking action once again lit up his emerald orbs and brought an easy smile to his face. He stretched as he stood, red flecks glittering through his chocolate colored fur and catching the eye of any females in the area. But he ignored them, knowing anyone worth his while would follow him until they finally mustered up the courage to talk to him. So he started down the slight hill towards a huge tree with a flourishing flick of his tail and a slight swing to his hips.
Then he saw her. A mysterious dark ess was already sitting beneath the tree. Her eyes were staring in another direction, and he was behind her so he'd still have to make himself known to her.
¿Es muy adorable, no? The words crept from the back of Antonio’s mind before he could stop them, but he barely stopped himself from speaking them aloud. He licked his lips and muttered his approval under his breath, but quickly found himself moving towards the fae from behind. A notion certain parts of his brain liked more than others, but he didn't even try very hard at all to ignore.
¡Oi, muchacha! He smiled warmly, desperately not wanting to seem like a threat to the poor young ess who really deserved an early apology at the moment. He knew he was spicy and merciless, but that was the fun part. ¿Verdad? Replies:
