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.
They Sleep In Your Head IP: 24.231.185.190 Posted on September 23, 2013 at 11:22:41 PM by Wednesday
She looks up at the brown furred wolf, a maniac grin playing on her features. Wednesday decides to play a little mind game with the male, a plan already in her evil mind. He opens his mouth to speak, fear spilling out with them. [W-what are you?] She tilts her head to the right, a smile showing her bloody canines. "I am what you," she emphasises the word wolves with a sound of disgust. "wolves, call a vampire. A demon some might say." A giggle spills out of her maw, and a graceful step forward is taken. She blinks very little and is covered in blood. "The real question is, who are you?" Her smile turns to a snarl, while a growl emits from her chest. Oh, this would be good. Replies: There have been no replies.
