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.
IP: 50.124.253.124
Posted on August 16, 2013 at 02:22:06 AM by Winn Dixie
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Erm, I'm making the brute a female and making her a very small form, and I'm changing it. No powerplaying :) ) The vixen had wanted some time away from the busy borders of Abendrot, the endless ranks of soldiers that paid no attention to the lass. The mottled figure had managed to snake her form out of the pack lands, satisfied with the solid conversation she had just had with Kershov. The massive alabaster king was furious about the female from Saw Tooth who had birthed on Winn's pack land; Kershov made no secret about hiding his fury about the incident. Let's just hope the pups open their eyes before Kershov declares war against Saw Tooth. The lass thought to herself. Short but quick mottled pillars carried Winn's small form through the forest, she was looking to find some peace. The mottled lass was especially excited about her pack; the femme was sure that the alabaster regal was soon going to make her a spy. There was really no use for the ranks of soldiers and the few spies and assassins, but it was good to have. Winn Dixie hated that every single wolf known to Blossom had created a stereotype for Abendrot; even the Saw Tooth alpha had gave Kershov a piece of her mind. The stupid furball had told Winn's alpha that she thought Abendrot was not even a pack, just a war ground. Winn's hackles raised at the thought. Flaming blue portals roamed the territory ahead of her, spying a break in the vast amount of trees. She had arrived to the field, one of the places that calmed her mind. Kicking her mottled paw, a small cloud of ash spread through the air. Winn had chuckled at the sight of the small ash tornado. Opening her kissers to reveal stained ivories, lyrics started spilling out. Lifting her head into the air, the small adult had howled a short howl. The vixen had no idea what this short burst of sound was for, she just felt like spilling something. Just then, her sharp pools spied a small white speck among the colorful side of the field. The figure was obviously alone underneath a tree, and with nothing else to do except for the faint notion of recruiting wolves for Abendrot she started to walk. The femme's white and gray pillars lead the female to the shape. Her nares flared as the perfume of the area changed suddenly from a barren wasteland to a bright, perky place. Her paws and ankles disappeared underneath the flowers; the buzzing of many insects invading her auds. Winn's hearing and sight was especially keen, more keen than the average wolf. This, perhaps, would be a good supporting reason for her being a spy. Her blue pools quickly saw the shape as feminine; and Winn called out lyrics in greeting. Hello. Her soft tone called out. Slowly striding towards the shape, her mottled form became engulfed in the shadow of the tree. Hello. The girl repeated. I am known as Winn to some; Dixie to others. I am Winn Dixie. And may I ask whom you might be? Sitting down, the vixen patiently waited for the alabaster female to reply. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Winn Dixie || Vixen || Adult || |
Replies:
- Trouble he will find you where ever you will go. - By Elladale August 23, 2013 at 04:42:55 PM
&&they dug your grave - By Winn Dixie August 26, 2013 at 05:22:18 PM
trouble is a frend - By Elladale August 27, 2013 at 02:53:38 PM
&&they dug your grave [WIP] - By Winn Dixie August 27, 2013 at 03:37:40 PM
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