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 July 5, 2013 at 06:12:32 PM by Leila
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The dark suited hessian had stopped in a patch of crimson flowers and though all scents in the air of Blossom Field were mingled together, the girl assumed he would have sustained the soft fragrance of the ruby flora. A small smile inched towards her maw, creases of fur just below her nose. The enchantress’ stepped forward slightly, fiery eyes caressing, observing his foreign body. But his quick paced words were a confusion of a different language for Leila. ‘Si, claro que si!’ What could that even mean? She understood the first and last word as being yes but the rest were lost in her profoundly disarrayed mind. Her mind had faltered and a frown had appeared even more reflective in his following lyrics. 'Lo siento, señorita! ¿Estoy hablando demasiado.’ Her mouth was ever so slightly held agape but not as so it was completely obvious. What was he saying? Did he even realise that she did not speak his mother tongue? She decided to ignore his words and follow with an enquiry of his name. She was uncertain whether he was able to understand her words but he had been capable earlier… Shaking her head, the tempest decided it was worth a try. ‘Me llamo An- ¡Joder! ...You haven't understood a thing I've said, si?’ Leila shook her head slowly, her tail swaying from side to side. ‘Lo sien- Sorry. My name is Antonio Fernández-Carriedo. Call me Antonio or Toni. And I'll warn you now, my English isn't... Bueno. ¿Cómo se dice bueno en inglés?’ The maiden smirked, taking a few moments to absorb his words, discarding any foreign words. “Well Toni, you’re doing alright now and I can understand a few of your languages words. What fun would it be, perhaps, if you did not possess that tantalizing accent?” Her lyrics were feverish and tangible, lilting and sweet. The sylph wondered forward, delicate paws teasing the ground beneath. She sighed softly, licking her maw with a pondering thought in her eye. “So…” She breathed, “how are you planning on entertaining me?” Her banner whipped around her, falling towards her back pillars. Leila’s maw that possessed an amiable smile soon stretched into a grin. But then it fell, dropping into a curious expression. “Do you understand me when I talk?” She inquired with a familiar inquisitive nature. Or perhaps he was completely clues to her flirtatious lyrics, no matter; she would attempt to work it out. Word Count: OOC: :D I apologise for the small post but I wasn't sure what to put in here. :P Souleh "Listen to my tale," she chants...  |
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