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 09:34:40 PM by Beilschmidt Bruders
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The huge brute blinked his intense blue eyes once or twice before immediately heading out of the bushes. That was a tone that meant certain death if it wasn't obeyed. The sunlight shone nicely on his golden coat and glinted in his crystal orbs. The sight of his brother there in the flesh had softened them and he sighed, tensity running from his tight and bulging muscles. He was a warrior finally coming back home to what was left of his family, a war-torn brother who had be split into two parts after years of corruptive power. And there he sat before him, ruby eyes glinting darkly and a psychotic, murderous grin that only was starting to fade around the corners. He bowed his head in greeting and closed his eyes gently. Gilbert Beilshmidt, Mein Bruder und Alpha und höchste Herr des das Beilschmidt Wolfsrudel ... Guten tag." The younger of the two paid as much respect as possible to the elder German, knowing how long it took him to cool down after his mind found itself lost in his past as the alpha of the Beilshmidt pack. The blond had seen this way too many times to know not to grumble to himself about how much he hated his brothers split personality. Ludwig knew well how the albino was slowly dying from self inflicted wounds, well hidden paranoia, and the flashes of past battles that flashed before his bloodstained eyes, torturing his already broken mind. But the albino had suddenly grown a new self around that pain, one that was flirtatious and tempting, but youthful and, in his own "awesome" way, badass. As for Ludwig himself, he was battle hardened despite less fighting, and was incredibly awkward around others, now knowing what he and Gilbert were capable of. And that is why he was so uncharacteristically afraid as soon as the old, bloodthirsty General Beilschmidt came back to request him at his side. A lump was thickening in the Blond's throat, denying him the ability to respond. he was temporarily frozen, unsure of what to do. That was, until Gilbert tackled him. -[+]- "Gott verdammt..." He growled under his breath, drawing the necessary air to bark out more orders. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "WEST!!!" The nickname clearly caught Ludwig off guard, and there was a hilarious look of fear in his crystal eyes as he was tackled by the awesom ball of muscle and white fur that was Gilbert. Though the albino was older and smaller (Gott veerdammt stupid genetics...), he still knew how to easily take another wolf down. They rolled a bit as the brothers wrestled, but it was quickly settled as Gilbert was eventually eventually awesomely victorious and pinned his brother on his back. Blue eyes stared up into red ones and vice versa, both laughing at each other for what felt like the first time in years. "That was unfair. You gave me no warning and you held upper ground." The ground is flat here, dummkopf. Good to know that you'll never be awesome enough to take me down." The elder of the two brothers quickly jumped off and waited for the younger to start to get his footing again, grinning awesomely down at him. Come on, Bruder! You need to come meet Macartni!" The albino trotted back towards the fae, somehow even more egotistical and self confident than before. Plopping down beside her, he felt their fur cross and meld together into one mass between them and smirked a bit wider. Turning back to the fae beside him, his eyes held much more apology than his words did, as he didn't want to bring himself to the unawesome low of having to explain his two personalities, and where each came from. "Sorry for sprinting off so abruptly... West and I haven't seen each other for some time. There were scores that needed settling, so we settled them. And be nice to him, he's... Not awesome with the ladies. Believe me, I tried, but he's just not awesome enough to just work with everyone. The Prussian smiled flirtatiously at Macartni and winked before turning back to his brother, who now stood before both of them. He nodded simply to the side and his brother sat beside him. <~+~> "You are in the prescence of awesome..." He seriously speaks. >Gilbert Beilshmidt <>Male<>No Mate<>No Remembered Heirs<>No Pack< >Agent Sethilississ< |
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- LISTEN TO THE SILENCE - By Macartni September 17, 2013 at 02:20:17 AM
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