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 18, 2013 at 08:19:45 AM by Corde
The bright colours were pretty; very very pretty. She felt herself relax by just the slightest of an inch by looking at them. However, when a patch of red ones resembled blood, she looked away, scared once more. The only thing that was really keeping her going at this moment in time was the fact her brothers fur often rubbed against hers in a comforting gesture -as well as a gentle nuzzle from her mother-, pulling her out of her living hell and back into reality -which truthfully, wasn't that much nicer. ”I'll protect you father. That beast will have his ankles chewed if he comes near us.” Her brothers words sent another spike of fear through her; she didn't want him to engage RYU, or whoever it was that was pursuing them, and get himself hurt in the process. However, Felan didn't seemed worry by dark prospects at all, instead turning to whisper comfortingly in reply to her words, ”I'm okay. Are you tired?” She shook her head, an instant reaction to the question. Of course she was tired, but fear kept her paws moving one in front of the other, and she wouldn't dare be the one to stop their progression. ”Time to rest I think. If that is okay?” The sly smile that crossed his face said it all; Felan was taking charge for her sake. A small, forced grin appeared on her own features temporarily in reply. "Of course dear, if you little ones would like to rest then we can do so. Kyron, we will need to keep up wind to be aware of anyone approaching, especially if it happens to be our eldest brother or father. I also don’t want anyone else hostile to find us.” Corde was grateful also to her mother, Azula; the older femme was protective, and when she was around Corde couldn't help but feel much safer. After all, surely her mother wouldn't let the monsters snatch her away? "I agree, but if we are going to be here for a bit, we might as well get something to eat. I can go catch something if you need me to, since my sight isn't that bad. I can spot blotches of colour, so it's not that bad." Her father would surely do her best to guard them too, as proven in the past, but with his vision impairment, Corde worried for him more in the case of a fight. It was quickly ruined however; panic flitted her gaze as male lyrics, unknown at that, broke the air between them. "Yo." Her fur spiked visibly along her back and hackles as she stumbled back a few steps, stargazers wide with fear. He was strange...so very, very strange. Unusually tall for a wolf, his legs kinda reminded her of crane's stilts. His fur was a rather gorgeous shade of auburn, broken only by white markings across his cheeks. He was beautiful, yet terrifying to the timid young girl, and a slight yelp slide between her ivories as she collided with the ground, a result of her clumsy steps. Shaking herself -not voluntarily- she rose to unsteady paws, pressing her pelt fearfully against Felan's. “What do you want? Who are you?” Already Azula had taken an aggressive stance, placed strategically in front of her family. ”Yeah, who are you? You look weird.” She wanted to wail at her brother to stay silent, in the hopes that the stranger would not turn his sights upon them; what if he was a pup snatcher? Instead, her tail flicked out from side to side, yet another clear sign of her distress. Kyron had attempted a growl, when different lyrics broke through. "No....help....Kyron! Kyron! Where are you?!" Her ears went back flat against her cranium, as her body did the same with the ground. Everything was moving too fast and proving too much for little Corde, and as a response she was trying to make herself disappear, or at least become much smaller in the dirt. Yet another whimper slide between her teeth; she wanted off this ride. "Felan..." She rasped. Walking. "Talking." |
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