At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on July 9, 2013 at 04:01:12 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. Now that he had been travelling for a while, the brujo made his way over to whatever the hell was giving off that wonderful nd clean scent of crystalline fluid. What he came to made his jaw drop. A lake. A LAKE. Instantly the handsome boy sprung forward, shooting energy through his tired pistons so that he may go soaring into the water as a young child would do with a floaty, totally ready to get all wet and soaked to the marrow. Reno sprinted as far as he could, up until the point that his head was almost under the water, and then he moved further back onto land, shaking himself a bit and lowering his nape so that he could lap some of the matter up into his larynx, wet his palette, and quench his thirst. His listeners flatted against his cranial and he relished in the feeling of being able to submerge half his body in water. Back home there was a stream, and that was it. Lakes were something that the boy had dreamed of… but had never planned on seeing. Contented with himself, the boy rolled his shoulders back and slowly raised his head to face the sun with his portals closed so that he may not go blind. Solar seas…A smile crept its way onto his kissers. … |
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