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 29, 2013 at 03:48:25 PM by Leila
Leila’s sun kissed lanterns trailed slowly and inquisitively through the scenery, noting the gentle sway of the breeze that ruffled the pleasant colours of the flowers, bringing equally pleasant fragrances. Life was an exciting experience for the youthful enchantress. She was always capable for finding light in the darkest of corners. Rarely did she ever sit and calmly absorb her surroundings; there was always a new face to meet. And today was no exception; she had not crossed Aurora Borealis’ borders to simply sit and enjoy nature… She was out to meet some new wolves… or previous wolves she had already encountered – depending on how much she had enjoyed their company of course. The tempest had left her home for a change of scenery; she had grown bored very easily of merely sitting around on backside all day. Leila was oddly but still pleasantly surprised when she crossed paths with this land. On the contrary, it was dwindling but still it suited her quite nicely. She would continue to wait until somebody took at least a little bit of interest in her, she was not about to go romping about attempting to find….someone satisfying. She particularly did not wish for someone timid and who was an introvert although she did not want a villainous brute who thought of himself as the most superior. Yes, she would wait…. It didn’t take long for her to be disturbed; a gentle breeze had accompanied a fresh scent of an unknown hessian with it. Although the female took little interest in it, assuming the brute was simply passing by. But his lyrics were obviously directed at her. A small shiver descended down her spine as she noted his tantalizing accent and foreign words. ‘Oi, muchacha!’ The fae exhaled softly, turning her muzzle to face the brute before allowing the rest of her body to follow. He was a startling sight as he paraded closer and the smile that was presented upon his kissers dropped Leila into a false sense of security… But she wasn’t fooled that easily. She stood and strolled towards him, limbs delicate upon the ground, hips swooning from left to right (it seemed to have become a habit for Leila to walk like that) as sinews shifted beneath her pelt. “Are you alright gorgeous?” She asked innocently, “so what’s a handsome brute like you doing so alone?” It was a phrase used by the enchantress time after time after time. Leila’s maw broadened into a wide smile, noting he wasn’t too bad looking with a rich chocolate hide and small specks of crimson. Although it was his eyes that caught the majority of Leila’s attention; they were a lovely emerald green. “I’m Leila… What’s your name soldier?” The girl’s words were gentle and spoken in a lilting tone; although tentative as if she was uncertain whether he would be able to understand her dialogue. Still, it was always worth a shot. Word Count: 490 OOC: Souleh |
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- 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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