At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on September 3, 2013 at 06:11:04 PM by Amity
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The mistress of alabaster danced playfully within the forest. It was tightly enclosed, and she was forced to shoulder past the trunks that scraped against her pelt; leaving a thin layer of mossy green intertwined with her velvety fur. Her pillars were slender and skilled, thus enabling her to leap over the logs - that had fallen to the ground - with ease. The tips of her paws caught the debris, sending it up into the warm air and crumbling to the ground to rest with the remaining foliage. The venture for the girl would be a short trip as her paws carried her quickly and steadily. They took her to land she wished to encounter with the experience of fleetness. Her deep azure gaze had the tendency to dart around, absorbing everything she could. The land was new to her; the unfamiliar fragrances enveloped her body and transformed her into someone… intoxicated. The mistress of alabaster seeped into the secrets of the forest as she advanced further towards the scent she desired. A faint perfume of water lingered upon the air like a sugar dusting; oozing into her nostrils and guiding her to land that could effectively quench her thirst. And she was close… Amity’s milky paws trailed to a gentle stop; a raised paw seemed tentative as it hovered above the terra. In her blue hued sight, a large lake had opened up – seemingly welcoming to the eye. But the mistress of alabaster wished to withhold sudden judgement and keep her decisions intelligent. She needed to observe each wolf. She hadn’t arrived just to get attacked – verbally or psychically. She may not have been the least feistiest of ladies but Amity knew she would be a minor challenge for most wolves. The pallid vixen spent a short amount of time studying their behaviour, lingering upon the most suspicious of wolves but deciding that she approved of the area. She would be fine; for what evil there was in the world could be equally matched by the good of the world. And so she gracefully decided to advance towards the water, making sure to politely keep her head down to not offend anyone. To be a nuisance was not her goal. The warmth of the evening air was noted by the mistress of alabaster with appreciation as she settled upon her pallid haunches. Her neck bowed towards the liquid; a pink tongue extending to taste the water. This caused a rumble of satisfaction with bounce from the mistress’ vocals. Her azure gaze crossed into the distance, watching older pups romp in the water. A small smile broadened upon her sweet kissers. She continued to watch the pups at play; like little urchins they romped within the waves. But her mind grew bored of the continuous performance and the blue gaze tailed onto something new. Her indigo eyes fell upon the ripples of the water, engrossed in studying the little shadows of the fish beneath the surface. Gazers refocused upon her distorted reflection, staring back at her. How peculiar she seemed with the marking around her eye. She released a long sigh – what emotion it withheld was a mystery, perhaps she was simply tired… but it was silently produced nevertheless. Wolves had always claimed her as odd or quirky – and she had always taken it upon the chin, or as a compliment. What fun would it be, if she was identical to everyone? No fun at all… OOC - Sorry if this post is bad... :| It's my first post with Amity so I may be a lil' rusty.  |
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- no sin can be washed away - By ROCKEFELLER September 5, 2013 at 01:00:52 AM
what troubles you so, little fly? - By Amity September 6, 2013 at 07:39:38 PM
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