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 December 1, 2013 at 02:06:36 AM by k o h a k u
This was not the first time that she'd been at a loss for words around Nikandros, but it certainly did take her by surprise. She knew that it was not the same silence now as it had been a month or two ago-- as her thoughts were not bombarding her with what to say, but rather she was speechless. She knew not how to approach the crimson and charcoal demon with piercing blue eyes without looking half a fool and half a priss. Anything and everything, my love. The world is our playground. What in the world was she supposed to say back to that? The frostbitten gales that swept across her back willed her move towards him more. Close the distance between the two. And so she would have, had he not already taken that upon himself to complete. A smile had tugged at the edges of his labias, a grin that fit him no matter where he was. Unfortunately, the two looked out of place here. A maiden of purest white with a dash of amber 'bove her brow and a soldier, duo-toned scarlet and ebony. Forbidden blood and royal blood. In traditional cultures, this interaction that had evolved around the two for years now was something that would've been taboo. Undesirable and unthinkable. Nikandros clashed their shoulders together, dragging along her bodice with his own. She could feel the warmth that pulsed from his own skinny bodice... Her golden portals followed him, watching with every bit of feeling that she had held within them while on the borders of Aurora Borealis. No longer mere longing, but lust beyond control as his hushed tones danced across the pink insides of her delicate domes. Without her willing it, a soft moan escaped her previously barred lips. Her thumping heart jumped ten-forth at the sound wave and she questioned whether or not it had been her who had made the sound. Obviously her need for him had grown stronger and more dominant over everything else while she was held captive, though not against her will. With his being still pressed up against her own, she could only shiver in anticipation. She did not doubt that he could feel it. But that was alright. In fact, she wanted him to know just how badly she both missed and wanted him. Though he had not answered her question: what would he do with her, she couldn't say that she cared anymore. The two had confessed their feelings for one another before, and Kohaku had backed away from it. Now, the angelic valkyrie had no such hesitation. Is that so? Her listeners twitched as he moved, following each and every breath that he took within his body. She turned her spine, curling so that her nape met with his own and she grabbed one of his audettes within her maw, trapping him before slowly letting the cartilage go and blowing a puff of air back into the drum. Earlier while she had kept quiet and to herself she'd done a little bit of sneaking around, trying to figure out just who the brute's sire was. And boy had she found quite the cupcake. Queens had managed to put two different colored sprinkles on her baby shower's treats. Of course, Arcadian was one of the fathers, but a deeper look into it and the lass found that a soul going by the name of Sidorio had also contributed. Kohaku doubted that Nikandros knew what this second man was like... and that made it even harder to figure out what Nikandros himself was like. Right now, as she ran her pools along his throat and lifted her tassel slightly, she was treading into deeper water. Arcadian was logical, thoughtful and definitely a soldier. Kaizer was most like him, probably. Probably. But Queens was a mistress of power and Kohaku dare not overlook that truth. Certainly Nikandros had picked up his unearthly charms from her side of the lineage flow. Unfortunately for the regal ma'am, she seemed to always pick males that were not around a whole lot. Bingo. The real reason as to why Kohaku had abandoned her heart to the brujo in the first place and become frightened with her actions. The fear that he would run off with it. The fear that he would add another factor in that had been so strong before Kohaku had even entered the picture-- Llorana. Koh flicked her suns back to the oceans owned by the monster and she slid underneath him as a cat does, arching her spinal under his chin. Then by all means she began, curling back to his other side and placing her jowls lined with knives right next to his eavesdroppers, play with me. Of course the sound of her voice was what, in the end, implied the meaning she put behind it. Hot breath, a heartbeat echoing through her physique... and a whisper that was barely contained as a lower volumed form of speech. 
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- && 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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