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 October 16, 2013 at 08:42:59 AM by Astarte
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.:. PixieEclipse :. Her annoyance only grew as he continued to stare and grin in a dopey fashion at her. Was this wolf quite right in the head? Maybe that fall had done more damage to him then could be visibly seen. Usually by now, wolves would have shied away from the venom that laced her very being, or at the very least become angered enough to try and muster a comeback that could ruffled her fur. And ruffling her fur was something that one would find very hard to do with mere insults and jabs. “I suppose you could say that. We’re both agile and sleek, for starters. I mean look at me. Speed machine.”"I was more referring to brain size,"She cooed as she circled, she dually noted his rather prideful words, rolling her eyes out of his line of sight. While she had to admit this one did have a rather stunning build, it did very little to make up for his personality and mannerisms, which she was learning to hate every second that ticked away in his presence. “Like what you see?” "Not really, since what I see happens to be you,"she replied flippantly, not really paying attention as she finished her observations. “A-Astarte?” A slight thrill ran through her as she got the response she had wanted, been able to have seemingly shook the male and his impenetrable cool. She nodded once in confirmation, a smirk forming on her lips. Oh, how amusing this was; she'd have to try such tactics more often. “Check my head . . . ?” She watched as he withdrew one delicate paw, now soaked in a fine red liquid, a most un-Astarte like giggle escaping her lips as she watched his confusion progress. Oh fun, fun. "Aw, would you like me to kiss it better?" Hunting, how impressive! Before she had the chance to reply snarkily however, something changed in the male's pumpkin -beautiful- stargazers, and she watched him crumpled to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Noting the river of crimson crawling done the side of his fine features, the femme sighed, before allowing her elegant stilts to carry her forward, as close as possible to the unconscious "prince" without actually standing upon him. Sighing once more, she planted one paw on the ground, propping his head to not only allow her to examine it, but to clear his airways as well. After all, it'd be an awful shame if her new toy were to break so soon. "RoeVy..."She called softly, allowing her perfect ivories to lightly brush the corners of his shapely ears as she whispered into them. "Wake up, you overgrown mutt." Times like this, Astarte was grateful for the muscles she had developed over much time and hardwork, that allowed her to crouch so without collapsing upon the dog in his current...condition. Her words ended with a soft growl of annoyance at his timing; couldn't he pass out somewhere else, with someone else and make it not her problem? |
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