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.
Cuteness can beDeadly IP: 71.237.51.99 Posted on July 3, 2013 at 04:13:21 PM by Truffle
Snap, snap, crackle.. The repetitive sound of weakness. The beautiful, yet delicate petals doomed by the sureness of her steps, being flattened to the ground and soon forgotten as Truffle promptly stepped on them. Beautiful green shoots had started to blossom on the charred half, and she went to the other side, enjoying the bleak emptiness. That was what her heart felt like, and it bore the scars of her dramatic change. It was the fault of the one who captured her and brought her to Abendrot, but she loved the change. The brown girl used to be an annoying pup who deemed herself Cocoa, as she thought it was cuter than Truffle. Then, she arrived to Abendrot and her nerves failed. Scars soon clung to her pelt, and nothing was as easy anymore. She was dangerous now, so much more than mere months before then, and she closed her eyes. Enjoying her solitude, the girl almost missed the flash of brown that bore a familiar scent. Mocha? A childhood friend? She inquired of herself, and stepped forward. A cruel smile laced her lips as she confronted Mocha, giggling softly as she stepped in front of her, noses nearly touching, and growled sweetly,
"Remember me?"
OOC: Sorry about creepy, demented, and overall museless post. D: Getting back into the mood right now.
