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 29, 2013 at 02:50:31 AM by Macartni
The creamy vixen was walking without her mind in the right place. She had woken up with a sore neck and back and it took awhile for the pain of each to go away. The air was light around this part of Blossom Forest, and quite frankly, this terra looked somewhat new to the ess. Trees and grass were the only things in her sight as the warmth wrapped around her body. She wasn’t near to the place where she would decide to rest, still unsure herself of where that would be, but she knew that it wouldn’t be long now. Her light paws traced the ground and left prints for the world to see as she continued on her way to who knows where. The name of this vixen who didn’t care at all? Macartni. It fits her well doesn’t it? The fae’s body starts out with a creamy white with splashes of brown here and there like someone threw paint onto her pelt with a paintbrush. Towards her behind, it started to color and turned to the chocolate brown that hinted in the top part of her pelt. By the end of her tail, it turned into a nice dark coconut color. Macartni was not one to mess with. She often woke up on the wrong side of the den, so to speak, and when in her moods, or any mood at all, she wasn’t afraid afraid to insult or sass anyone right off the bat. In fact, she enjoyed mixing up her words to see what other retorts she had never come up with. Today in fact seemed bright enough for her to enjoy while she teased her friends or others, and the trees started to thin out as she thought about where she was headed. Right now was a point in her life where she could actually tolerate some company. There were fewer trees as her paws found their way in the grass and soon she was walking through an open space of green grass, still wet from the rain about two hours ago. Sometimes it was great to get wet, and Macartni exercised this idea quite often. The water started to soak in between her pads as the terrain started to change. Ahead of the girl was a huge expanse of flowers. Any color or kind imaginable was located right in front of her eyes. Usually, Macartni would not even hesitate here and just continue on her way. However, right now she felt it was necessary to stop and look around to experience this part of Blossom Forest she had not yet seen. It felt weird to tread on flowers, and the ess didn’t like how the petals underfoot created a powdery feeling that caked between the pads and claws of her feet. Maybe she would sit down in a place that had more grass instead of flowers. In fact, the vixen inhaled to try and find out where she was going, and found something else along the breeze besides the huge wave of pollen. She scented another wolf and it was about time that she started talking and training her vocals. The she picked up her pace as she began to trot through the flowers. She turned to see a snow white wolf sitting in a field of color. One of her auds flickered at the thought and she almost laughed. How out of place he looked! Hoping this wolf was not one that was shy and waited for others to push them around, she came up to him. “Hello. May I sit here with you? Oh wait, my butt is already on the ground; looks like you're stuck with me.” The creamy fae sat her brown bottom into the grass, finally glad that a wolf had been where she was glad he was; the grass here was soft and not troublesome. “I am Macartni.” |
