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 August 14, 2013 at 02:23:07 AM by Macartni
“"Well, hello Gilbert; it is a pleasure to meet you. Lovely day, isn't it?" Out of anything, Macartni loved to troll and tease. She smiled briskly and sat down, thinking of nothing as the sun soaked up into her pelt. “Ja, ja, hallo, Frau." The ess decided that was something German, and didn’t really want to question it because she knew it already meant she-wolf. Macartni smiled as the wind blew up her pelt; the conversation was not going very well. “"I don't usually sit in the middle of a field of flowers with strangers I don't know, so today is quite out of the ordinary." She waited for the brute to speak before another scent crossed her nares. It was probably another wolf travelling somewhere that suited their starvation. “"I'm too awesome to let a day with me in it be ordinary!" The ess had this brute figured out. He was one of the cocky types where they knew they were legit and were proud to show it off. Of course feeling good about yourself is essential to living in a happy environment, so maybe just a little bit more than average is good for you. Macartni was not a professional. She nodded a small nod and waited a bit. The ess asked once more to keep the conversation going about where the boy was from. “ "Kesese~, you would think that, wouldn't you? Frau, I'm way to awesome to to be German. I'm from the former awesomest place in the world! Prussia!" Macartni had only heard of that place once or twice, the name ringing a small bell in the back of her mind. She sat quietly, her real self seeming to crawl back into its shell for a good nap. There was a sound coming from the trees, and the ess looked up suddenly and stood with a start. She was ready to do something to protec herself, but the brute was already in front of her. He started calling out words. “"Heirher kommen, whoever you are. If your trying to kill me, come fight me. But be prepared to run from this place so beaten and bloody that Guter Gott wouldn't be able to help you, or writhe in pain as you die in front of an innocent and uninvolved Fräulein” Clearly the last part of his challenge was about the ess, but she couldn’t help but feel defensive; she could protect herself. However, it was gentlemen code to put themselves in front of damsels, so she didn’t really complain. “DAS IST EIN BAFEHL!" Macartni was startled for a moment. Of course, she also didn’t know what the heck he was saying, but then a slick wolf curled out from the bush and the vixen couldn’t help but feel a bit of tension and shock rise into the air. Did these two know each other from the past? “Bitte, Bruder, could you not be any kinder to your own kin?” The fae raised a brow. These two were related? The ess looked to Gilbert first, trying to figure out what they were. Cousins maybe, perhaps even brothers? Of course, it had to be that. ‘Bruder’ must have been brother only in a very strong accent. She waited with her hackles raised, eyeing the two of them carefully. |
