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: 50.124.25.20
Posted on August 26, 2013 at 05:22:18 PM by Winn Dixie
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The mottled female watched as the icy blue portals of the stranger flicked up to gaze at her. She had the same pelt and eyes as the alabaster regal that ruled Abendrot, but resemblances stopped there. None could compare to Kershov in size and aura, he seemed menacing at first sight. Winn Dixie, however, had realized that yes, he was the worst enemy to have, but he was a great and caring leader all the same. Why hello Winn Dixie. The female replied, perhaps a bit too friendly for Winn Dixie. Flaming blue pools watched as the white vixen sat up and shook of her pelt, which caused Winn to look down at her own. She had always tried to keep herself looking presentable, cleaning herself off in the rivers in such. But the lass always,always made her scars known to all. I go by many names, Elladale to most, and Traitor to some. But you can just call me Elladale for you not havea reason to call me traitor escaped out of Elladale's maw, and it sent Winn Dixie reeling into thought. She better now come even close to Abendrot with a reputation like that, only cowards are traitors... but it seems interesting, shall I ask? The mottled female asked to herself inside her head. Before Winn Dixie could talk, Elladale had once again set off into talking.If you don't mind me asking, What pack are in you? Or are you even in a pack? Winn's mottled hackles had raised slightly at the question, fur bristling. Her soft, pink tongue was roving over the lass's stained ivories that were ready to tear into anything at any moment. However, before things got too bad, Winn Dixie had forced herself to calm down after the quite innocent question. As Winn Dixie's mind was forming a reply, she noticed that Elladale was larger than her as most wolves were. The mottled vixen did not care, however, because she knew more ways to kill a wolf than Elladale probably did. The lass's short pillars turned her small bodice around and started to walk slowly through the flowers. One thing you must know about me, Elladale, is that I am a wolf not of word but of actions. Come, let us walk as we speak. She continued on, not hoping but knowing that the alabaster female would follow her. I am from... from a pack you must have heard of if living in Blossom. We are considered a deadly pack, not one to mess with... I am living in Abendrot. She paused for a moment, swiveling her head to look at the tree far behind them at this point. Elladale, where are you from? Your demeanor is not like one from Blossom. She closed her cranium, and her yellow ivories were concealed by her kissers. The vixen awaited a reply ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Winn Dixie || Vixen || Adult || |
Replies:
- 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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