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 16, 2013 at 05:04:18 PM by D.O.E
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Sunlight eeflected off of the auburn fur of the maned mistress, as she made her way among the burnt half of the field. Her ebony auditories flickered to a large cracking sound, and her chocolate orbs watched helplessly as a large burt tree fell towards her. She lept away, a limb of the charred tree falling on her back left leg, a sickening crack coming from her hock. Pain shot through her limb, and she yelped in pain, suddenly seeing a male that had moved away. A pool of crimson surrounded her back end, and she looked scaredly at the male. "Please help me..." The auburn female passed out, the pain from her injury and bloodloss causing this misfortunate event. Her figure now lay limp, her leg still under the tree branch, blood covering her silky fur. |
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- In a world of darkness, I am the light - By Deadeye November 16, 2013 at 06:05:43 PM
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