Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 92.1.26.140
Posted on October 9, 2013 at 06:18:42 PM by Terrel
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| The brute’s ears perked, entranced by Mae’s velveteen lyrics. Her news caused strange warmth to diffuse across his body and an involuntary smile to appear on the tugging corners of his pallid maw. How Mae could be so good to him was beyond his understanding. She had visited his mother’s den on her own accord, carrying a rabbit along with her. With this, Terrel’s sorrel eyes fell upon the grey face of his friend, private affection carrying in the creases of his face whilst she spoke the recount of her story. The last time he had saw Channing, his gaze had been met with an unfit, almost broken Channing… it was someone he had never seen before – someone foreign and alienated to him. However the pleasing update of her health sent his motley tail swaying. It was no lie that she was still not completely well but the fact that she was improving; however slowly – was like beautiful music to his ears. “That’s great,” he breathed, a soft sigh of warm breath flowing from his parted kissers. “Thanks for checking in on her Mae… it means so much to me and I’m sure it did to her too.” To show his gratitude, he ducked his head to press his snout lightly into her shoulder. He breathed. Intoxicating perfumes dancing inside his mind, momentary dizziness, and intense joy blinded him. He quickly turned, staring into the distance.
Radiance of the captivating sunset now appeared to be fading, brilliant layers of oranges, yellows, reds melding into one but for Terrel, who was no longer focused on it, the view did not matter. The little pups, Mae spoke warmly, were in good health. Terrel’s heart swelled with a beating optimism. Terrel knew the unfortunate day would arrive quickly, and upon that day one pup would be forced to Abendrot’s chilling kingdom. The pup would crumble, morals disappearing and becoming a disciplined adult who cared for none. It pleased the brute that Channing would still have many more pups to occupy her time with. The first few weeks and months would saunter through slowly, dragging each day – she would need to keep busy lest her mind wonder to the pup, blackening her heart with guilt and until tears strung her eyes. With an amused expression, he noticed her smile and tilted his head. He couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts twirled through her mind but it seemed the visit to Channing’s brood had left no sour memories… Hearing her thoughtful musings about her reaction to Channing’s pups, the motley brute laughed gently. “You’re not weird Mae. It’s only instinctive, at least I think… Channing was – I believe – our age when she took me under her wind. Pups are cute and vulnerable, so it’s only natural. Ha, I’d probably even feel the same!” He commented, acknowledging that many females became slightly broody in the presence of pups. He knew Mae would be a fantastic mother, caring for her brood with a tender love. But Terrel, though he enjoyed the naïve presence of pups, thought he could never trust himself completely. There were too many what ifs… “It’s a shame one of them have to go to Abendrot, I don’t really respect that pack. They’re powerful but there’s no family structure; there’s only discipline. Maybe they could have been once… but Kershov’s reign is formidable.” He shared, eyes gazing across the floor. He fidgeted; his legs vague about where they would be comfortable but nowhere seemed suited. He hated himself for it… but the boy couldn’t deter the new, exhilarating feeling that arose inside of him. It seemed to flutter gently in his stomach, quicken his heart beat and clench his vocals so that words could only be produced awkwardly and shyly. His gaze travelled upwards. “Shall we explore m’lady?” He inquired curiously, wearing upon his kissers what he thought to be a charming smile. He was uncertain what to say and he did not wish to leave her company. The task would keep them busy and new sights would entertain them for at least a short while longer. He didn’t want her leave; he wanted to remain with Mae, prancing in the enchanting feelings that shook his body. { Word Count: 703 } { OOC: sorry for the wait. I was lazy and busy - not a good mix. -.- also I accidently missed out editing paragragh 4 so that's a not very good quality. XD } for my head on a silver plate just a puppet on a lonely string oh who would ever want to be king?' readers note;; terrel is an unsual character, disorientated from a broken background. he is gentle and kind, though wary towards brutes above the age of two years. when older he will be less confused and more sure of himself, he will gain confidence and go on to raise a treasured family... |
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