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 November 1, 2013 at 09:51:11 AM by Astarte
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.:. PixieEclipse :. Oh, how she despised every single fibre in this mahogany-coated body. She hated every single dip and curve in his form, every thought and emotion that passed across his portals, every step he took...Astarte hated him with a single-minded passion. Her delicate tongue swiped along the inside of her creamy ivories, imagining what would happen if she were to sink them into his pretty little face and rip down, tearing at flesh and grasping at the bones that provided the very framework for his elegant structure. It wouldn't even matter if he tried to retaliate; for though his daggers may tear away at herself, the pain would be worth it to watch the blood he so obviously prided himself upon seep away into the ground like common droplets of rain. After all, she could walk away with her head held high and her pride intact. Could he say the same? Satisfaction briefly warmed the cold fire burning throughout her veins as his own auds flattened against his cranium at her hostile approach, instinctively flinching at the threat her tone held. However, his jaw remained clenched, his melted chocolate orbs locked upon her form like she was some child who had amused him with her antics. ”Such foul words from such a sweet... little... thing. Surely you can contain yourself better than this?” Her own honey stargazers narrowed as she glared right on back. Sweet? She'd expect as much out of his sweet-talking ass. But the rest only served to instil further violent thoughts into the clockworks of her mind. Her silence was his answer, her banner sweeping out behind her as she continued to stare him down. Stepping away, he began to...circle. Oh, how she despised the feeling so. The feeling of being a piece of prey under the eyes of a predator, a mouse in the eyes of a hawk. It made her want to scream in frustration at him, but she held her tongue, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her once again loosing her cool. Her twitching form, however, was frozen when a certain muzzle came a little too close to her face for her liking. ”It would be a shame to end our meeting in a fight. Put your claws away bitch, let’s not start a scene.” As he pulled away, she glared in defiance, lifting one paw daintily like a princess expecting him to fall to his very knees at the chance to kiss it sweetly, before dropping the appendage to the ground with an audible thud, knives cleanly displayed. "I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again,"she chirped sweetly, venom weaving it's way into her lyrics like a grand patchwork. Dipping her cranium, she growled very lowly, a challenge of sorts, daring him to push his luck any farther than he already had. Her body remained tensed, ready to react at a moment's notice, whether it be to attack or defend. For now, her orbs held a mocking light, one that would undoubtedly taunt him and his obvious failure at whatever he had hoped to achieved here. |
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