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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You're Flirting with Death, Darling... {{OPEN}}
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| x | Doll | x |No Ankle Biters | M | Nobody to love | y | Without a home | t | Adult | h | Demoness | x | xxMythxx | x |


Long stilts of ebony move in a relaxed motion, carrying the ess over scarred lands. Doll had recently set her mind at ease, allowing her precious limbs to carry her wherever they please, the wind seeming to guide her along a broken path. Her pillars had carried her to Blossom Field, seeming to give her the slightest feeling of disgust. Doll wasn't in the mood for love, and could care less what anybody thought of her at the moment being. For now, she kept up a steady pace, before finally stopping on the burnt half of the fields for an unknown reason. Her tall slender stilts seemed to fold under her as she layed atop them, her paws all tucked under her stomach as if she were simply a heap of fur. Laying her lithe cranial down upon the unfertile earth, she let loose a soft sigh, blowing around the soot infront of her.

Her auburn fur stood out against the dusty backwall of the burnt land, quite the sight for a passerby. Doll was a pure beauty, born of pure maned history. Her facial features were sleek and fox-like, her body lean amd slim, built for beauty and speed. This gal was made not for fighting, yet for the show. Her eyes were of chocolate brown, slightly dull always holding a gentle gaze. Doll was a female that had seen trial and hardship over and over, having been psychotic in the past, full of anger and hatred. At last she had wisened, and evened out, becoming level headed and very kind. Now she waited for life to pass her by, here in these fields today. She had not a friend or family to care for and talk to. Her life was waisting away, and so was she...





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