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 November 10, 2013 at 11:01:38 PM by Apollonia
The teen sighed as a feeling previously unknown to her bubbled inside of her – anger. An insurmountable amount of time had passed since the fight that her father had participated in had occurred and still he had not returned. No matter what wounds he had received, they would not slow him that much. The only thing that she could assume, therefore, was that Daddy Lycaon had chosen to take a break from life. A break from her. The pure russet fae felt abused and betrayed – he knew how her previous life had gone – she had been left abandoned and memoryless and had awoken on the bank of a river. Lycaon had saved her and taken her under his paw and raised her as his own. How dare he leave her now? So she had made herself scarce from the territory. She had no friends there, at least not now. She had had a fight with Lolita and her other friend had disappeared. There was nothing for her there, at least not until her father returned. And when he did, he would get an earful from her. But her countenance relaxed and a smile formed on her lips as the sound of approaching footsteps resonated in her pinnae. They flickered backward and she turned her form, bright emeralds coming to lay upon an ivory brute who was nearing her. He was well muscled and handsome, and to be honest was the first male she had met aside from the royals and her father. That she remembered, of course. She had just recently aged from a dependent pup into an older, more mature teenager and so hormones coursed through her form, and she felt a tingling within her at the sight of the brute. If her pelt was not already russet, a blush would have been visible beneath it. “Oh, hello.” Her lyrical were soft and sweet, lilting through the air. “My name is Apollonia… and you are?” Blinking her lids at him, she allowed her limbs to carry her a few steps toward the titan, smiling all the while. So naďve and innocent she was, and overprotected by Lycaon, that she did not even think for a second that he could ever wish her ill, or that the thoughts swirling in his brain were wicked and hurtful. Instead, her thoughts were full of love already as the hormones affected her thought train. Suddenly she felt light, but her belly tingled and swirled, almost in an uncomfortable manner. Without a mother figure, she didn’t know that it was due to feelings or emotions that grew within her due to the presence of the brute. Oh to be a naďve fae. Oh, to be ignorant of what lay ahead, and of how her heart would break. Azura |
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