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 January 4, 2014 at 02:15:28 AM by Chevelle
One miscarried pup. One miscarried pup. The loss of a pup is the death of a mother, and the abandonment of a mate leaves her heart crying out for love. The bruises and scars only add to the trauma she suffers. The salty tears trail down her multicolored palette as she suffers in silence; magnified through forest portals, and pale pink scars lining the curvature of her facial structure. The flaws that mark her left ligament force others to look past her façade into her shaded inner forest. Chevelle paced up and down the river side, not meaning to show up here but the fishy smell had drawn her hunger out of hiding. Muscles rippled under her reddish pelt are she walked away from the water satisfied with her catches and full stomach. She felt invincible in the afternoon light, the sun was high in the blue sky as she bounded out of the forest. The chilled wind sent shivers down her spine as the wind whipped her hair around. Full gallop. Her green eyes had a glow to them as the sun shone down through the empty leaves. The white snow glimmered underneath her paws and she glided over the top leaving only small imprints on the crust. Where to? She found herself wandering out into an open field she turned in circles as ash danced up around her figure. She sneezed lightly, but more dust was kicked up by a russet figure racing past her and quickly passing her again. Chevelle chuckled and trotted after the child like ess, what was she doing? Hello there! Who are you? Chevelle nosed at the rolled over wolf, and backed away waiting for an answer. She sat down but instead of ash, flowery pollen rushed inside her nose causing her to sneeze yet again. Her tail curled around her paws as she sat waiting for the young fea’s reply. |
Replies:
- Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia January 4, 2014 at 05:14:57 PM
What Happened to the Stars? - By Chevelle January 4, 2014 at 09:15:09 PM
Drowning in Memory - By Apollonia January 5, 2014 at 07:02:04 PM
What Happened to the Stars? - By Chevelle January 5, 2014 at 08:21:44 PM
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