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 5, 2013 at 03:22:28 AM by C'LERIA
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So many attempted to cause such a ruckus with her. Pull a string, tug a chord and bring her wild side out. In life, well, past life, everything seemed to upset the lass. One word and death would occur, blood would spill upon that pale gray pelt of hers and she would wear it proudly. Those days, she was no mere wolfess, she was a queen of the strongest holds. Then it was all washed away. Not taken from her, not lost from her, but washed away by the waters she very much loved. It is why she is so serene, so calm in many things instead of quick to anger. Perhaps this is where the once ago goddess fails at being anything more in life. Still, there were things that could cause that shine to show. Her true self would explode. In this moment, it would merely appear. His low chords take her attention and the girl shifts her silver orbs to him casually. Truth. He knew nothing of the word. It’s very meaning was different for all of those who dwelled in the lands. C’leria had her own meaning of the word and as for the beast before her, it differed. His laughter has her lips twitch in that familiar way. She controls a smirk, not bothering to respond to the creature. More words are spoken and for a moment, C’leria’s eyes narrow. It is slight, the movement almost unnoticeable. Special. Once again, it depended upon his definition of the word. Once more she didn’t bother replying. Her gray gaze lingered upon the cool waters. The attention of the lass is drawn elsewhere. She did not want to be bothered on this day and it seemed like this meeting had been inevitable. Words. A snap. Silver eyes flash as they immediately draw to the male. The girl stands, a step is taken and her teeth bare. Those pearly daggers are aimed at his muzzle, but at the last moment, her powerful jaws snap shut as air brushes between them. An audible snap is heard at this action and she pulls back, lifting her head as her silvers gleam down upon his thicker form. He could kill her perhaps, but she would not die alone. A threat had been made, perhaps not a large threat but a threat all the same and C’leria was not one to threaten. Heat courses through her body and she snarls, taking another step in the opposite direction of the male. It is an attempt to calm herself, and finally, she seats herself once more. Her gaze is hard now, a steely gray that rests upon him as her strong chords ring out. “You could try.” For a brief moment, the girl appears to have calmed herself. Unknown to many though, once the beast’s fuse has been lit, only an explosion could follow afterwards. “Do you want me to make you bleed, pet?” Her slender cranium cocks and suddenly, the girl smiles. It does not reach those cold eyes. At first, she misjudged this creature, believing he was a cocky brute who knew nothing. As it turns out, he could make this fun for her. She was in need of a good adrenaline rush for it had been too long since life had been taking by her. ”But I’m so tired.” She sighed. |
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