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 28, 2013 at 04:39:30 AM by Beilshmidt Bruders (Sethilississ)
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Icy, electric blue eyes closed in frustration as the blond brute growled curses in his native tongue, German. He'd thought he'd caught a rare glimpse of his elder brother through the branches of his hiding place within the bushes along the edges of the field; but once again, the snowy fur of some unknown brute was close to Gilbert's, but different enough that it could only remind him of Ivan. The damned Russian barely contained his insanity enough to convince others that he had joined their side when he had only shackled them to his. He was only other wolf that had the strength to fight him and win, and the brute’s muscles tensed and another growl slipped from his throat. But his rage was short lived, as he had spying to do. He took a few steps closer to the edge of the field, moving with practiced silence as his intense eyes analyzed the chosen target. A closer look convinced the brute that the random stranger was more like his elder brother than Ivan. He shook his head slightly at the thought of Gilbert. There was an obvious reason that many people had their doubts about who was actually the older, but that was only to those who did know the albino German’s history as one of the most heartless alphas to have roamed their old, Germanic homeland. Gilbert’s pack had risen quickly, too quickly, and then collapsed as the albino began to lose himself to the power. Barely in time to let him fall as painfully as he deserved, but leave him his sanity. Golden fur bristled, and his eyes went dull for a moment as he thought of how he grew up, hiding in his brothers shadow, watching the innocent die painful deaths as he got more than a decent comparison between Gilbert’s ruby eyes and the steams of blood that seemed to follow wherever their pack went anywhere. But now his life was different. Sure, there was his impenetrable stoniness that he would never be able to rid himself of, but now if was he that drew blood. Of course, he limited this to a minimum, and only when others picked fights with him, but that had been passed down to him all the same. That and every responsibility that his brother disregarded after rising from the ashes of his old pack. -[+]- "Gott verdammt..." He growled under his breath, drawing the necessary air to bark out more orders. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The awesome albino was just going about his awesome business, as was well... unawesomely boring actually. He hadn't seen his brother in what seemed like forever, which was understandable, because "Little Ludwig" had grown up. And of course resented Gilbert for how he'd raised him. Then that was directly tied i to how he could never be part of a pack again (there were unawesome reasons for that too...), making him always alone. Alone, but freakishly awesome and well aware of it. Shaking his head slightly, the awesome German looked around. He'd somehow made his way to the field that he'd always thought was much like himself. It wasn't as awesome of course, but it was partially burned and dead, but remembered fondly by those who actually knew what it was like before the fire. The other part was perfect, showing all the greatness that the field could amount up to, but only hid the scars from sight if you looked at it certain ways. Fortunately for his awesome self, that certain way was how he let most of the world see him. Only his brother, Ludwig, and the limited living remnants of his old pack who knew who, and what he really was, and that the whole "Awesome" personality he'd set himself up with was completely fake. He sighed, before his classic grin spread across his face once again and he glanced around, looking for any sights of his brother. The Albino nearly laughed at himself for the outrageous idea that he'd actually be around here, but he was glad he did. Sometimes, a simple glance leads one to the most interesting wolves... <~+~> "You are in the prescence of awesome..." He seriously speaks. >Gilbert Beilshmidt <>Male<>No Mate<>No Remembered Heirs<>Pack< >Agent Sethilississ< |
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- LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni July 29, 2013 at 02:50:31 AM
The Warrior and the GOTT VERDAMMT AWESOME - By Beilshmidt Bruders July 29, 2013 at 04:31:24 AM
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni July 30, 2013 at 04:25:40 PM
The Warrior and the GOTT VERDAMMT AWESOME - By Beilshmidt Bruders August 5, 2013 at 03:54:56 PM
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni August 14, 2013 at 02:23:07 AM
The Warrior and the GOTT VERDAMMT AWESOME - By Beilschmidt Bruders August 14, 2013 at 09:34:40 PM
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni September 17, 2013 at 02:20:17 AM
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