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 17, 2013 at 00:58:56 AM by k o h a k u
Whatever the look on the regal’s palette was when Kohaku turned her head in his direction and looked upon his muscled form with a legally blinded gaze was unknown to the woman. She was lost to that man. Unicorns cannot be held by men who know not of emotions such as those that the beast was feeling at the moment. His grubby hands would soil her cloak no longer. And with a slow, tantalizingly slow, bite to the lower part of her lover’s dome… the woman moved, turning tail from the place that she had learned to keep her thoughts bottled up in. Her imprisonment there was not in vain. She had indeed grown mentally stronger, surpassing the wise-ity that she had once possessed. But now, with a poisoned apple in her mug, there was no turning back. Once one has committed the sin of lust, there is no escaping from it. She moved at a pace she knew that seeker of hers would no doubt be able to keep stride with, and she took off from Aurora Borealis, not once turning to look over her shoulder at all those malevolent gods and goddesses that she was looking over. She dare not turn the sun upon her head to do such a deed, as she would surely hesitate… and frankly, her heart was seduced by something much more potent than any other kind of convincing toxin. She had heard a children’s story once, that told of a male wolf who lived among the greatest warriors in the starry nights. That, of course, was where Tor and Fenris put those whom they deemed the worthiest of all valkyries and brutes. Their light would shine through even the darkest of nights, providing hope and inducing courage within those whose hearts were teetering on the edge of good and evil. These brave souls are everywhere… and although they deemed to be the most perfect of beings, there was one male who fell to lust. It was not power that he yearned for. His silver gaze need not be envious of others, nor too proud of his own accomplishments… he yearned to own a woman whom was still alive on earth. Tor and Fenris forbid him from these feelings, and though they warned him of the consequences should he try to claim her as his own… the male could not override his passion for the woman. One early morning, when the sky was still pink with sleep, the male stole to the mortal world and captured the apple of his eye, seducing her and managing to coax her back to the starry skies with him. All was well until Tor found that one of Sita’s precious mortals was no longer in her sights. Furious, as shse could sense the arrival of a new star, the goddess exiled the lustful wolf to Earth where he would roam forever. He was denied access back into the skies, and he was forbidden, forever, from the face he had fallen in love with. This she-wolf was not worthy of a place in the sky, but Tor could not send her back to the earth, as that would be too cruel, to have love wither and die right in front of your face (as when mortals become stars and then return to the world, they are unable to deal with the power they have been given). So Tor made special use of this woman. She was transformed into the moon. At night, when all is quiet and even the crickets have ceased their song, it is said that one can still hear the male as he cries to his love, the moon, and empties his heart to her through song. She can see him. She can hear him, but the two are forever barred from one another. Well this moon was not going to be so docile as that in such a toddler’s story. When she reached Malignant Felicity’s borders, Kohaku did not slide into them. She danced along the territory line and kept on going, following the scent of Queen’s until it collided with that of grass. Autumn had pulled all the life from the flower’s, reducing them to nothing but grass and dirt… with a subtle hint of ash. Kohaku now turned her head to the side to see if Nikandros was indeed behind her. And if he was, she would keep travelling forward, silently, until she felt it necessary to turn around. And when she did, she twisted, scattering ash and soil up onto her white pillars. The earthen ground stuck there, barring her from the look of perfection that she had managed to achieve whilst in Aurora Borealis. Kohaku, though fearful inside, spoke with elegance and courage on the outer. She was quiet, and she picked her words carefully, only making them loud enough so that he could hear her if he so chose to listen. It was a simple phrase, actually. It carried all the emotion that she had bottled up within her, but was placed out for him to examine in only a few words. Some say that it is unwise to trust a woman whose feelings have faltered before. Kohaku found it just the opposite. If feelings falter, longing will come back stronger if one can so gain it. I am yours, Nikandros. In more ways than one, of course, but she dare not mention that… she did not know what the prince of darkness had going through his head. She decided it was best just to ask. What will you do with me? She waited a moment, taking a slow breath and then deciding that she had best not speak again. 
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- && you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS November 17, 2013 at 04:43:12 PM
Ripe&Ruin - By k o h a k u December 1, 2013 at 02:06:36 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS December 16, 2013 at 00:10:28 AM
Ripe&Ruin - By Kohaku December 26, 2013 at 09:56:26 PM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS January 4, 2014 at 04:27:14 PM
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