Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 71.178.177.117
Posted on July 12, 2013 at 09:45:58 PM by i v e v
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I think I was finally settling back into Blossom Forest after my... excursion from its' boundaries. But it wasn't difficult, save for that I had returned in the peak of summer, and it was scorching hot. For me, anyways. So, my pelt was mostly hidden away into the shadows, shying away from the fiery ball above. The edge of the forest was marked by two noticeable landmarks; Misty Mountain and Rainbow Cliff. I had entered back into the realms through the first, it's dark blue stature reminiscent of cool icebergs drifting in the night. The thudding of my paws melted into the cacophony of birds as I sprung and landed off a log. My fur rippled down from my shoulders like a cape, ending in a bushy, twitchy banner and short but lean legs. They had been overworked, and the throbbing had spread up to my knees. I lifted my dial and turned to the north. Yes. It was truly necessary that I had left in the beginning of spring, before my belly began to show. That direction had been harsh, especially for a wanderer like me. The land stopped it's lush forests and flowing rivers that were common in this paradise and shifted into something that was more akin to a monster's playground. The sky had been a permanent gray and cloudy, but the life-giving rain had never washed the earth's face with it's gentle carress. Instead the sun's rays bounced off the bare dirt and stone and was trapped in the heavy blanket coating the sky, leaving the air stale, hot, and humid with no breeze to stir it. When I traveled further the scrappy dust under my white feet had morphed into hideous structures, ridges, gorges, and canyons of dark charcoal stone, scraping my tender pads. It was only the liberating sight of thick, tough grass that saved me. By then it had been a month of traveling, and I had starved, subsisting on stagnant water tucked in dark crevices and rock mice. But no one had followed me. It was me, alone, to bear the brunt of my shame. The grass here was slick with dew, shadowed by maples and elms that were so impossibly tall. Sunlight peeked through the wall of branches, like the sun itself was prying gentle, warm fingers through the boughs and pulling them back to smile down on its' beloved earth. I stopped my preamble and looked up, allowing a brief soak in the yellowed strings that even alighted on the usually invisible spider webs. It was too gorgeous of a day, and I knew soon the distant drum of rain would be upon us. And only then could I run freely. Soon the ground twisted sharply upwards, uprooting any possibility of plant life. The boulders were rugged and worn from wind exposure, but bore a nice golden tint to them. My eyes traveled up the slope, and towards the cliffs that were shadowed by Misty Mountain. Even in the bright, unbroken light the structure was quite pleasing to the eye; and no doubt it was a place for lovers. I huffed, dispelling the scents of previous wolves that lingered in the air. Only then did I find a scent trail that was quite recent that snaked over the boulders, up towards the ledges. My paws sunk onto the rocks and heaved my small frame up and over, before I began to walk up the cliffs in the direction of the scent. It wasn't as if I was purposely seeking out the stranger. It was the sole fact that she had happened upon the only traversable path of the cliff in the area. There the silvered, whitish creature stood, her frame larger than mine as it stood, heaving, as she looked out from her perch. The unknown ess was no doubt a fighter, with hint a powerful strike, like a tiger coiled, moved under her thick grayed jacket. I stood a ways back, the cool frame of a stone overhang pressing into my white side on the left. She seemed to move and breath a dark strength as she began to stalk up to a twisted old pine clinging to scarce dirt, and utilized its' shade. Slowly I moved from the ledge, and sprung up the rock, where I was totally visible, standing against the sheer drop, squinting bright cerulean orbs against her shadow. My head gave the barest of nods in acquaintance. ❄ i v e v ❆ |
Replies:
- Run, If You Intend To Survive - By Aerten July 13, 2013 at 10:49:19 AM
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni July 14, 2013 at 10:02:04 PM
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