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.
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Posted on September 13, 2013 at 10:02:50 PM by Astarte
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.:. PixieEclipse :. Why did birds feel the need to sing so early in the morning? The bleary-eyed kalik rose unsteadily from her interrupted sleep, irritation plain on her features. Sleep was a necessity to perform well at life, plus it was actually quite enjoyable. Astarte did not like being so rudely awoken, and as she stepped daintily out of her make-shift den, she shot the melodious criminals a look that made them glad they were not currently in clawing range. But, the sun was rising, and the day was starting so not much was lost. Stretching out, the girl heard several clicks along her spine as tired bones and muscles protested. She'd been training harder and harder lately, and her body was well aware of the fact. Still, she had subtle lean muscle to show for all her hard work, let alone skill. Today, however, was going to be a break from all the strenuous activities, as she found that one who pushed themselves too far were really just inviting unplanned injury into their lives. Blinking away the last of the sleep around her goldish-hazel portals, she took a few steps forward, mind starting to slowly turn and get up to it's normal fast pace. She had absolutely no plans for today; the girl was just barely out of teen-hood, and regrettably knew no others in this strange land she had stumbled upon. For now, she had avoided packs, still feeling slightly raw and betrayed after the little episode with her own original home. By now, she would be expected to be finding a mate to pass on her genes to by now, and ensure the future of her species, but she wasn't so sure the same rule applied here. Were there even any other maned wolves in this place? She'd heard rumours that there was in fact a pack run by kaliks, but surely their bloodlines had not remained pure? Letting her paws carry her wherever they please, the femme licked her chaps, considering all her options. She wasn't very hungry, so there was no need to hunt for prey, nor was she particularly in the mood for the lovey-dovey crap around the river and likewise. All in all, the chestnut girl had no idea what to do with herself in this point of time, and so she continued to let her long stilts carry her across terrain easily. Eventually, she pulled out of her thoughts, instantly recognising her surroundings. The first give-away was the sweet -and rather sickening- aroma of flowers that clogged her senses. A groan escaped her lips; seriously? It seemed like something out of a fairytale, and the whole romance theme it had going on made her want to turn her elegant cranium to the side and promptly vomit upon the bright flashes of colour under and surrounding her paws. The only positive about this place she could think of would perhaps be prey, but even then she just found this whole area...superfluous. A different perfume crossed her nares, and instantly her muscles tensed as she watched a onyx form fly towards her, chasing after god knows what, and managing to come across to her as rather...childish. Still, there was no denying that the darkened brute was built for his current task, and she watched fascinated as he came closer and closer. Snapping out of her little daze, it was too late to move as a whirlwind of limbs and obsidian cloak flew into her, and landed in a rather unceremonious heap upon the ground. The maned femme had fared a little better, but not by much as she pulled herself from the ground and fixed him with a warning gaze. "What the fuck was that?" She demanded, raising a single eyebrow marking. Not exactly a rather elegant phrase for a first meeting, but then again Astarte had never claimed to be a lady. Towering above the mass of wolf below her feet, impatiently awaiting an answer before she decided how exactly to deal with her current situation. |
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- you gotta understand something about demons - By roeVy September 14, 2013 at 04:51:48 AM
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you gotta understand something about demons - By roeVy September 27, 2013 at 01:11:58 AM
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