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 6, 2013 at 07:39:38 PM by Amity
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ooc - hope this is alright. :] switched to present tense, aha. Her eyes swivel, glancing to the side of her with a strong intentness to know who has decided to disturb her. She feels no anger, nor does happiness flutter through her body at the proposition of company; for the ivory mistress does not know who has decided to stand beside her. He may be someone of vileness, tainted by evil; though equally he is possible to be a kind hearted brute. Out of politeness, Amity directs her gaze away from his frame; she hasn’t had time to study him and she doesn’t want to be accused of being impolite. But she has managed to see through her oceanic gaze he is a stranger with a mighty thirst, similar to her. For the moment she turns her gaze, she can feel his eyes boring into her body. She shifts uneasily but hardly noticeably, for she does not have the courage to confront him about it. The maiden is quiet, staring into the rippling water. He does not make a move towards her, which gives relief to the slender female. This is good; she does not want to be hurt on her first day in Blossom Forest. But then he speaks, low librettos rumbling deep into the core of her pallid lobes. Her marine portals trail to the sight of a masculine body. Amity’s kisser’s stretch into a shy smile; hardly daring to be bolder. His eyes are brown; like the bark of a tree…. He is a hessian painted with a dark shade upon a canvas of dusty grey. She is not focused upon this detail however; she is more preoccupied with his muscular frame. He is certainly powerful…and Amity knows he could break her in a second. A faded scar above his eye does not deter her but rather propels her curiosity for the thirst of knowledge. She does not ask… As the darkened brute bows, she dips her head in return; only wishing to be polite to the stranger. She is flattered by his gentleman ways but is anxious by his murky demeanour. Amity allows a smile to rest comfortably upon her maw; she is not a spiteful or malicious creature. She wishes only for this meeting to go smoothly. Her heart beats quicker than she cares to admit but she remains the stance of a calm wolf- she is too curious to allow her mask to crumble. Releasing that she has not yet presented him with an answer, her jaw parts, “greetings; thirsty knight. Your lyrics rumble like thunder in the dead of the night. Both alluring and tempting but also… frightening. Spines tingle and eyes are wide…” Her librettos are like velvet, falling from her maw with a confident softness. She speaks slowly, azure eyes staring up into his face. ‘I am Rockefeller. May I gain the pleasure of your name?’ Amity does not hesitate; the darkened creature may have been such a wolf to fear but she believes that nothing immoral can spiral from a name. For it is a simple title. Her neck bends forward in a nod, mind calculating a way to answer his inquiry. But she is not slow in answering this time. “Rockefeller; knight of thirst, my name shall not remain a secret to you. Dark secrets do not intertwine with my world. My paws have not treaded in dangerous areas. So, the title bestowed upon me is Amity.” Her words were produced steadily, slowly like a gentle wave of the ocean. “Knight of thirst, please bestow me with the knowledge of your ashen paws. How many days is it now that they have carried you in the captivating darkness of the shadows, or sent you basking in the rays of sunlight? And have you ties, Rockefeller?” Amity is a curious creature, perhaps too much so. But her limbs are built for the quickest of speeds. “What is it that propelled you towards me?”  |
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