<small> LISTEN TO THE SILENCE </small> (Treylen)

At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.

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LISTEN TO THE SILENCE (Treylen)
IP: 50.183.1.170
Posted on February 9, 2014 at 10:03:43 PM by Macartni

A blood-curdling howl burst through the air, shouldering a giant block of snow out into the air, white dusting the edges of the trees and the bushes lying on the edge of a forest. The air was so bitterly cold, the sky white with a frozen anticipation it rarely shared. The snow underfoot was not even the fluffy snow of a couple days before, but a hard ice that cracked in chunks when something heavy enough stood upon it. Shards of frozen snow would lay caked in the ground, waiting for something to stir it up once more and send it back into the sky where it truly belonged. The desolation of fall and summer was long gone, winter prowling through without the slightest hint of a spring breeze or afternoon. Why did the world have to be so bitterly chilly? Were the the wolves making trouble really needing that much punishment? A sandy dam pulled herself from the encompassment of her den, her cream head flowing out of the darkness right before the chestnut colors of her rump. The sharp vixen was ombre, starting with a light sand at the pit of her ears before dissipating into a soft glowing brown at the tip of her tail. Half of her right ear was gone, as of recently, since a boar had ripped out the remains of it. The dam saw it coming, however; she was asking for it for targeting a yearling pig.

Not so long ago, the vixen, Macartni, created a den on the edge of Leisure Lake. It was behind a rock, where she stood now, with a small clearing filled with sand guarded by boulders on each side. A small leakage of water housed her main source of winter food, the rocks sheltering it from freezing cold winter air. It would not freeze until every inch of water behind it advanced to that stage first. How could she be sorry, though? Macartni would get old of fish within a week. The girl pulled herself through the hole masking the entrance to her small little clearing. The lake beyond that seemed filled with nothing but dull black ice. No life reached the end of her amber gaze, the scent of Aurora Borealis quaking the pit of her nares. She turned, marching through the hard snow towards a clearing near a tree where the snow was already melting, brown dead grass reaching up through the holes in the crusted snowflakes.

Macartni growled loudly to herself as her foot fell a little bit deeper in the sharp snow than she wanted. She was very grumpy this morning, only a step below the usual air she normally obtained. The cold was setting into her bones and she couldn�t stop it. Chills spat up her spine and through her legs, one of the most discomforting things she often thought about. Why had she chosen to walk out into the thick air and socialize with wolves she didn�t even care about? Was she really out here to do that? And with a small flick of her chestnut tail, she lowered her rump down onto the frozen grass, the small blades smoothing into the cracks at the edge of her daggers. How she did miss the beating of the sun radiating on the tips of her pelt. Macartni truly hated the deep depression of winter. And of course, it was said that the groundhog saw did not see his shadow, six more weeks of winter encompassing bad mood through the dam�s aroma. She sat quietly in the shadow of the tree, a smirk eating at the rare sight of joy in her features.

{Macartni} :: {vixen} :: {adult} :: {mateless} :: {packless}
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Everything thatkillsme makes me feelalive - By Treylen February 12, 2014 at 10:20:16 PM

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