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.
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Posted on October 27, 2013 at 09:29:55 AM by Harries.
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How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways;; William Shatner Kalaks were known for their feisty nature and war-child backgrounds; it appeared that she was no different. Her caramel gazers failed to hide the fire and hatred that burned within and for the briefest of moments, Harries was totally star struck. It amazed him how her eyes, a soft toffee capable of melting even the coldest of hearts, could hold such power and fight at the flick of a switch. She embodied everything the maned wolves had worked so hard to achieve and though he hated to admit it... She was breathtaking. There had never been anyone like her in his birth home. No she-devil that had threatened to steal what was left of his poisoned soul, no fancy maiden, from across the seas, that had captured his attention. Of course there were those haws, who had displayed themselves like the bitches they were at the slightest hint of seduction. But here she was. The devils own angel. One of purity turned black by her darkest desires and she was right before him. If he let this bird fly away, he would kick himself till the day the reaper stole him away from his adoring fans. None he knew had a gem as precious as this and wouldn’t he be the talk of the town if he returned to his father’s kingdom with this gift in tow. However, it appeared that his first impression was not as fine as hers, as her mellifluous voice brushed against his auds once again causing a wave of ecstasy to shimmy down his spine. For now, the charming creature stayed silent, watching his princess with burning intensity. Anger bubbled though her ginger coat as her muscles tensed and moved. Her well trained form and gorgeously lengthy pillars sank below his towering height, her eyes now looking up at him as she snarled two last words in his direction. Harries still locked his jaws refraining any words from slipping through his perfect ivory daggers, his cockier demeanour taking a back seat – for once. He simply stood, admiring the way the flames rolled off her bodice outlining the curvaceous forms; until finally- with his last comment- the vixen flipped. Her head was soon at his level and her ears fell instinctively to her cranium giving her a perfectly streamlined and warrior-ess stature. Venomous arrows flew left, right and center past his head causing his own bat like dishes to topple and crumble onto his skull. Those beautiful eyes were as cold as his heart, yet she still held the elegance and grace of the more refined angel she had first been. Melted chocolate orbs turned to murky brown slits as he eyed the vixen in all her glory, noting the tension in her muscles and the testing look in her daring golden lanterns. ”Such foul words from such a sweet... little... thing. Surely you can contain yourself better than this?” And with that Harries was back, looking the she-devil straight in the eye as if he gave no second thought about what the consequences could be. Poised and ready to attack, the female glared onwards with murderous intent as each and every word seeped into her brain. The potential prospect of death lingered on the male’s mind as his slender pillars caressed the floor in a gentle sweeping motion. Soon he was moving across the terra, completing circle after circle around the vixen. The slits that had formed under the crescent moons on his forehead, remained on the maiden the whole time becoming more intense with each delicate step. It would have been easy, too easy, for him to have attacked there and then, landing squarely on her back and sinking his teeth into the mane that rode on her back like a regal saddle. Yet he continued with his pacing and ended directly in front of her, his muzzle leaning forwards to reside by her flattened auds. ”It would be a shame to end our meeting in a fight. Put your claws away bitch, let’s not start a scene.” And with that he pulled his cranium away, ensuring enough space rested between them so that any attack could be interpreted and halted before she got any satisfaction. The game was in full swing and though the ball resided in her court, Harries made sure to keep his claws hooked and full control on his part. Show me what you’ve got... My sweet. |
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