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 30, 2013 at 03:55:48 PM by Harries.
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How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways;; William Shatner Gentle winds brought with it a refreshing sense of freedom and mischief. Always, Harries had been blocked by his father’s giant shadow, never being able to live to his full capacity and feel the breeze ruffle his auburn fur. Harries was the oldest heir in the first litter sired by his father and mother, the current mate of the feared king. Many siblings, older and younger, born to the same mother or other power hungry whores, had played a part in his father’s life but none so much as Harries. Herachio had spent every waking moment teaching and training his son but the spotlight had always rested upon him. In spite of this, Harries had always idolised him. He had followed and obeyed him like he would to no other being on earth. He had slithered in his father’s silhouette until the day he had finally been set free. Once the beginnings of his ultimate plan had been released, Herachio had been more than pleased to send Harries on his way, wishing him luck and promising great things should he return with his quest completed. And that was why the great kalik was here. Velveteen laughter alerted the boy to the presence of the female long before her form entered the view of his melting chocolate lanterns. It seemed to float effortlessly on the breeze like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. It was a melodious hum that had the lad’s domes perking in complete interest as his fox like cranium turned to the direction of the beholder. Her light, lithe frame danced gracefully over the swaying flowers, releasing their odious perfume as she moved elegantly through the flora. It was a tantalising smell that almost had the lad overwhelmed, that was if he hadn’t have been in the presence of a lady. There was no way of knowing which way this meeting would go and so the prince would have to be on the highest level of charming should he succeed. It would be absolutely no good, for him to lose his head. She, though not one of his breed or stature, was rather easy on the eye. Her blackened coat was taut over her well trained muscles and her small frame provided her with a feminine beauty that no male could deny himself. Those tantalizing orange orbs would prize anything out of those who were so lucky to gaze upon them and though she did not match his ‘standards’ she would work perfectly in his little plan. A delicate grin pulled the skin over her mandible and maxilla as she advanced towards him, her paws barely touching the ground below her. Though her pace was slow and steady she was soon within reach of his devilish paws and the teasing smirk that waltzed across her dark lips caused shivers of exultation to rush down his spine. Charcoal hackles rose and fell, with excitement, as her matured orange lanterns trickled across his body. Wonder still sparked momentarily in her pumpkin stargazers as she trailed his form from the ground up. As if it was a natural instinct, the male stood tall and strong, pacing the ground in order to place himself in a breathtaking position. Now she could see all his best bits. His front limbs, one ahead of the other, stretched out before his body causing his snowy chest to protrude. His back limbs copied the format though with a slight bend, causing his spine to slope in a slight diagonal line. It was clear from his performance that this was not the first time he had put on a show for the entertainment of a lady friend... And it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. When she finally found the will power to drag her fascinating lanterns off his well formed structure, she allowed teasingly delicious lyrics to flow from her vocal tract, the words almost purring from her chest. Those eyes never once left his frame as she batted her eyelids in a flirtatious manner, causing his own chest to vibrate with pleasure. It was almost as if she was welcoming him in, tickling his senses in a hope to seduce him. Well two could play at that game. Her lyrics brought forth a charming smile that tightened the skin over his canines. His melting orbs flickered in a charming manner as his limbs finally returned to their usual standing position. Now, like usual he towered above the female with a powerful grace, before opening his jaws and allowing deep, sensual words to boom from his chest. ”Waiting for you of course, my sweet.” |
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- oh darling, won't you dance with me? - By Leila December 1, 2013 at 03:56:01 PM
You can't resist the urge to love me. - By Harries. December 15, 2013 at 06:38:51 PM
oh darling, won't you dance with me? - By Leila December 18, 2013 at 08:47:16 PM
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