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.
IP: 92.1.26.10
Posted on October 5, 2013 at 09:38:01 PM by Amity
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‘Hello.’ Her azure gaze swivels, glancing with a curious expression to the side. Inquisitiveness bubbles inside of her, questioning the female who lies peacefully beside her. Her movement is not at all rushed; in fact the only movement she makes is a pivot of her ears as she absorbs the lyrics that fall upon them. And a small smile rests upon her kissers, one that is pure and innocent as a small, naive fledgling. Her movement is delicately crafted as Amity listens keenly – intent on absorbing all she possibly can. The alabaster vixen does not feel discomfort but happiness does not flutter through her body either. The words that the girl speaks are of friendliness and they speak of curiosity and the possibility of future friendship. None of these things Amity objects to. Her thoughtful gaze lingers upon the girl. Azure eyes searching for any signs of a hostile nature upon her face but there is none. She does not trust her however, knowing that appearances can be deceiving. She has not met with the horrors of the world and prays that her fate will ever be luckier. Amity notices that this female is confident but brings no other unsettling nature, and so the lady parts her maw to release delicate prancing lyrics. “Your mind seeks the future’s answers, sunny one.” She speaks softly, noticing her honey painted hide. “Your curiosity dances inside my mind for the answers that I do not own, friendship may never bind around our lives but equally it may… Though your curiosity may be soothed by one answer – I am sung as Amity.” She throws her muzzle back and releases a soft melody of laughter. Amity refocuses on her brightly coloured body. Her stare is not intent nor force but thoughtful as it rests upon the female. Never in her short life has her gaze been greeted with such unique, experimental pigments of a pelt. The female’s eyes too match her pelt and as she studies, a small smile sits joyfully upon her lips. Her mind dwells upon the thought of her ancestors, of what her family’s appearances are. “Tell me sunny one, from what fragment of the world have your honey paws carried you?” She is soft-spoken as she asks, azure eyes seeming to glimmer with an enthusiastic curiosity. OOC - Sorry for the wait. :)  |
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- &&Only Time Will Tell - By Talidega October 9, 2013 at 00:35:42 AM
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