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.
Drowning in Memory IP: 128.146.63.102 Posted on October 29, 2013 at 06:27:37 PM by Apollonia
Hello, you’re from Cold Summers just like me! My name’s Mezic, what’s yours? Are you okay? Why are you up here all alone? The russet painted fae flicked her pinnae caudally to focus upon the brute's voice, and then slowly turned around to face him. She allowed her emerald orbs to fall upon him and smiled, dipping her head in greeting. He looked vaguely familiar... he had been at the meeting that Pandora had called after Axel left. After the Alpha had been killed. While her father was fighting... and then had subsequently lost. The stranger sat upon the dry, granular surface that lined the top of the cliff, his plume curling around his manus. As her eyes landed upon his own ambers, she allowed her own plume to wag, just the slightest bit. Her maw parted, and her vocals escaped, quiet, but still full of the energy that she had always contained. "Hi... I'm Apollonia, Lycaon's daughter. It's really nice to meet you... Miss Lolita Ma'am and I had a fight up here a while ago and I guess I've just been lonely. She was my friend but now I don't know... and my daddy still hasn't returned from the fight. And my only friend... well she disappeared too..."
The fae turned her cranium back so that it could look over the cliff once more and shuddered, moving away from the edge and toward Mezic - she had no want to fall off again. She sat opposite him and examined him. He was similar to her own age - an older teen, yet still far away from adulthood. For a few moments her heart ached for Lokii, the only other wolf her age that she had thus far bonded with, but she shook her head. Cold Summers was dying, if it was not already dead. The only activity had been the birth of who would have been the princess of the terra... now Pandora's daughter would be naught but another wayward member, unsure of her place in the world. Everyone has had gone silent... and that had been part of what had brought her to the cliff. She was lonely and although the cliff was out of the way, she had hoped that she would run into someone at some point. Her plan had worked.
"So what are you doing here? Do you have parents? Mister Daddy Lycaon adopted me when I was a little thing... my parents... well..." She coughed. What could she say about her parents? Nothing, really. She had no memory of them, so there was nothing to explain why she had been alone in the first place. But ever since the fall... there had been broken memories. A single picture here, a scent there... things that hinted at what had been in her life before the large brute had taken pity upon her. But the russet faeling was not the type of lupine to dwell on the strange or depression, and let loose a random giggle, its bright, sharp sound echoing out over the cliff, carried away by the wind. "We should be friends!"