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 9, 2013 at 03:51:10 PM by R E N O


Running away from home wasn't exactly the easiest task Reno had ever performed. But quite frankly, he shouldn't even be called a "run away" as he hasn't simply just run away. Reno, although lazy and hardly a serious worker, had planned for months about his escape. And when the family reunion came around, he suddenly had a place to strive for. Someone to mimic. His older half-brother, Axel.

Axel had not taken recognition to the lad, why would he? But he had posed a certain kind of goal for the teenager to follow. What better way than to exile himself away from the clan, build a life and then come back to the family meeting and wipe it in their faces? The thought made Reno's heart soar into whatever domain the gods lived in. It was not long after the meeting began that Reno started moving things around in his plan to get away from the Hell that he had been born into. The expectations were going to literally crush him someday if he did not exit the party soon. So, when Axel left, Reno took the rare opportunity to sneak off while the others were seeing the regal Kalak off into the distance. Then he had pushed his pistons as fast as they could possibly go and be bad not looked back once. Sure mother would have a cow but Reno's father... He'd been murdered by Axels own father for his rape against the half brothers' mother. This always made Reno smirk a bit. Bloody bastard. Not that it bothered the lad with symmetrical white marks on his cheekbones. So long as he could be relieved of one duty, he was free to dip out of the rest. Without a father, the clan had known that Reno could not be raised properly. And other maned wolf males don't exactly like to stand up and take a son that is not their own and teach him the ways of the bloodline.

So here Reno was, lying low as he entered the infamous Blossom Forest, known for it’s array of all different sorts of wolves, as well as it’s affiliation with the old god and goddess, Fenris and Tor… as well as it’s widespread belief that Hell was the lair of Wolfbane. Reno had never believed in any god or goddess, so this little fact did not bother him in the slightest. He’d be willing to sit and listen to a story about the divine beings, but it would most likely float in one ear and come out the other. He’d probably even fall asleep listening to it. Beautiful hazel starseers searched the free land as soon as he was able to get a good view of it away from foliage that had once blocked his vision from the landscape. At the sight of all that was to be crossed, the lad let a devious smile grace his ruby kissers, and his plumage wagged in excitement. Adventure was his one mistress, and he lusted for a good, pleasurable time from her. Now that Reno had gotten his fair amount of a view, the boy moved forwards, travelling in whatever direction it so pleased him to pursue.

Kalak’s are tall beings. They do not lack in anything but brawns, and that can be improved upon. If they work hard enough, many maned wolves can become stocky and muscular, the perfect war machines. Which had been exactly what Axel and Kong had done in their younger years. Reno was slightly smaller than his half-brothers, and he was skinnier. He was lanky in a sort of teenage heart-throb way; with a tousled appearance, longer fur than his siblings, different markings and his cocky yet friendly attitude, he was a born lady-killer. He had the unique and perfect sort of appearance, with no ivory under his chin or on his breast, and no pale snow dipped onto his tassel as many kalak’s do. Instead, all the white had moved to his cheekbones, giving him a look that, if one did not realize they were birthmarks, looked as if he had been caught on both of his cheekbones by a razor, talon, or tooth. Both were clean marks, but no blood of Reno’s body had been shed in their making. His eyes were also something to be marveled at. A bleached sort of navy blue in some lights—and in others, dull sage. Depending on the direction of the light, his eyes were kaleidoscopes.

Not long after moving forward and travelling a short distance, the beast in making came upon a strange sight for him. Three or four beings moving as one. A small pack? Instantly the delinquent was intruiged by the sight of them. One stunk of testosterone. That one was a male, no questions asked. The tall boy moved behind the trees slowly, acting as a shadow would, staying out of the wind so that he would not be discovered before he wished to show himself. The male was that of ebony descent, with pale pillars to contrast against the darkness. I didn't track Ryu's scent nearby, or father's. We may continue forward, unless you want to rest here for a bit. Ryuu?! Reno flattened his listeners. Was he talking about Ryuu-ou? Ryuu was Reno's cousin, as well as Axel's and Kong's. Perhaps this little pack was also in trouble with him? Reno, ever the simple minded, was now convinced that he would have to join with these guys. But the problem with that was... his portals travelled to the ankle biters that moved from behind the larger varg. One was dark, just like the older male; female. The other was a rustic color, his appearance reminding Reno of some sort of whirlwind; male. I'll protect you father. That beast will have his ankles chewed if he comes near us. Reno could not help but do his best to hold back a snort. If it truly was Ryuu-ou, that was about all that they could do. The female whispered something in the other one's listener and the young soldier replied back to her.

Reno was about to take off, find Axel and join his safe haven of kalak's that was rumored to surround him when the little man's voice erupted into the atmosphere. Time to rest I think. You think? Reno narrowed his optics against the dancing sunlight that came along with summer's passing. He hated this weather. It was far too fucking hot. Is that okay? He spoke to the female that had somehow managed to slip by Reno's viewers. Well, it was now or never. The adolescent moved out of his hiding place, looking behind him as he became visible to the others. He turned his palette and blinked stupidly at the foursome, knowing that he would be taken as someone who just randomly moved into their path-- that is... unless they thought it was Ryuu-ou. Then they would be best to run like a holy flock of jesus lizards. Is that what you called those things? A flock? The way they slipped across the water... it was very much like a duck when it landed or took off... Mentally the boy shook his head, clearing his daydreaming. The curious look swept off his handsome face and he let a smile crease his kissers, the white markings on his cheeks rising with the movement.
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