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 07:21:17 PM by Doll
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Doll was broken. She was as useless as a straight boomerang. Nobody cared for her, or had even decided to pay any mind to her. That is why today, she gave it all up. She had decided to let herself waist away, removing herself from the past, present and future. Doll knew of nothing special to come her way, until her dull chocolate gaze shifted slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of a rare white kalak. With a gentle smile, she looked at the girl, who seemed to be studying her. Without a word, Doll stood from her current position, and bowed elegantly infront of the female. Nodding slightly, she wagged her plume low behind her, in a friendly manner. Rolling her shoulder blades, Doll placed her hind back upon the earth, and began to study the vixen before her. Her eyes were of hoarfrost, her pelt of crystal snow. Ashen markings covered her back, as if somebody had drawn across her form with a paint brush. These markings slid elegantly across her sides, meeting at her spine, connecting gently withone another to make a larger marking. Interest was visible in Doll's chocolate gaze, her domes perking in alert to anything this alabaster mistress must have to say. Lowering her frame down gently, Doll patted a paw at her side, inviting the kalik to rest. Curiosity dancing in her eyes, she smiled once more to the female. Resting her body, she sighed softly before laying her head down.  |
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