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 17, 2013 at 02:20:17 AM by Macartni
The fae looked into the brush, wondering who the new wolf that was hidden in the bushes could be. The wolf came out, and started the two of them started throwing words at each other. “ Gilbert Beilshmidt, Mein Bruder und Alpha und höchste Herr des das Beilschmidt Wolfsrudel ... Guten tag.” The fae vixen didn’t even bother to unscramble the German layed on a platter in front of her, and decided to just wait this out; it seemed the two of them had a background together, and if they were both alive now, they didn’t have trouble in the past. Unless they did, of course. The vixen looked around with her amberish eyes, dark honey seeping into the cracks of the two of them as they started to stare each other down. Right as the vixen thought that one of them was going to turn their head, they jumped to each other, claws and teeth flailing in the wind. The vixen stood up in a hurry, unsure of what was going on. Of course being a wolf she knew one glance could set a wolf off, but these two seemed to be brothers, wasn’t it that what they said? And thinking about the sentence the newcomer had said, she had heard the word ‘alpha’ in his sentence. Was one of these wolves an alpha of a pack and then they got competitive and turned against each other? If anyone, she knew how it was like to be betrayed. The two of them tackled each other, and Macartni thought it was time for her to step in, but the newcomer pinned him down. The vixen was about to jump in when Gilbert seemed to almost laugh. “"That was unfair. You gave me no warning and you held upper ground.” The fae tilted her head. That was a game? The wolves jumped off each other and gathered their footing again, and Macartni was still trying to process the event in her head. “Come on, Bruder! You need to come meet Macartni!” Great! Now this newcomer knew her name! She didn’t care truly though; she just needed something to complain about. The two of the brutes came back and sat next to her, and Macartni twitched an ear. She looked to Gilbert when he began to speak again. “"Sorry for sprinting off so abruptly... West and I haven't seen each other for some time. There were scores that needed settling, so we settled them. And be nice to him, he's... Not awesome with the ladies. Believe me, I tried, but he's just not awesome enough to just work with everyone.” The fae lifted an eyebrow and smiled a half smile, sarcastic even in her actions. She looked to this brute and thought it was time for her to at least introduce herself, even if she wasn’t much of a lady at times. “Well hello, I think. I’m Macartni. I believe it’s West...?” The vixen shrugged her shoulders, sending the sarcasm back into her brain. She waited quietly. |
