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 16, 2013 at 05:16:23 AM by Astarte
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.:. PixieEclipse :. Tail swishing impatiently behind her, the femme could only glare as the male wobbled around pathetically, trying to regain whatever balanced he had previously had, before he'd attempted to bowl her into the ground. Of course, like most, his next move was to stare. And stare he did. A irritable noise escaped her throat as she came under close observation, feeling her annoyance grow at how obviously...blatant this one was. “That, my dear, was a rabbit,” She rolled her goldish-hazel orbs, a look of bitchiness crossing her delicate features. Now Astarte had the inner desire to wipe that arrogant smile off his stupid little face. Her front stilts twitched slightly as she resisted the urge, instead wasting precious seconds listening to his continued pointless drabble. “Surely you’ve heard of them? Fluffy little bastards? Dumb poofy tails and all that?” Purposely widening her eyes, she leaned in close to him, exaggerated surprise across her face. "Really now? Because of course I must not be aware of the existence of rabbits!" Letting sarcasm drip off her lyrics she continued, next words aimed at his obviously inflated ego. "...'Little bastards' you say? I see you and the rabbits have much in common." With a sassy little swish of her tail, the taller ess circled around the male, idly taking a chance to inspect him more thoroughly. In some ways they were fairly similar, if one could overlook the obvious difference in mature between the two. The brute also had a rather fine bone structure, giving him a more feline look than that of his own species. He sported a rather immaculate ebony coat, and she also noted his rather slim tassel, once again not unlike her own. After completing a full circle, she took to observing his face, silently gazing over a rather elegant facial structure and orbs that reminded her of falling leaves in the autumn. If she had been completely honest with herself, she would've admitted that he wasn't terribly bad-looking; in fact, this one was quite the opposite. Such a shame that such a pretty face had so little going on inside of that pretty cranium of his. “You are really, really, honestly tall. My name’s RoeVy. Do you have a title, or can I just call you sweetheart?” Giving him a almost belittling look, she dipped her own shapely cranium down to his height, maw brushing teasingly against auds perched upon his head. "They call me Astarte," She whispered playfully, before withdrawing a few paces back. "And you might want to check that head of yours...sweetheart."She drawled, lightly gesturing towards the red liquid trickle down the side of his temple. Flashing him a wry smile of perfect ivories, she raised a single eyebrow marking. "So...RoeVy. What's a little wolf like you doing running around all alone? 'Cause not everyone you meet around here necessarily has the...best intentions. Especially for a smartass like you." Molten gold globes questioned, half-threatening and half-amused. After all, she wasn't exactly worried about this one. Even if he did turn out to be a problem, the warrioress was pretty sure she could handle his ass. Instead, Astarte allowed her previously taut muscles to slack and relax, giving the dope the benefit of the doubt. Despite her rather...Hostile display, she wouldn't try anything too sinister unless he started it first. |
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- you gotta understand something about demons - By roeVy September 27, 2013 at 01:11:58 AM
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