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 February 22, 2014 at 10:23:24 PM by NeMO
As of late, the bastard of a king and a whore was out of his comfort zone. That comfort zone being the place he had labelled as home, Andere Seite. Seline and Eric were probably off doing their own thing (most likely together), and Cade hadn't been seen since the incident where she had shoved her face right in front of NeMO's. She had definitely gotten a reaction out of the usually stoic facade that the wintery boy wore, but it had quickly disappated into nothingness once more. NeMO was at a standstill in his life. Although time was passing him by, he himself was not moving. He had recently fallen in love with the moon, watching the way the stars moved across the sky, examining the luminosity that they brought into the darkest of nights, even when the lunar maiden herself was not there to provide light for those who had lost their way. The stars stayed even when the moon disappeared. But still NeMO loved the moon. Why? Because it was just like him. Pale, unwanted, ever-changing yet still in the same position as it probably had been millions of years beforehand. Just how many vargs had fallen in love with this inanimate object. Is this where the saying, "howling at the moon" came from? Because the loneliness inside one's own heart was so loud that it made it's own sounds even when the owner of the voice attempted to fend them off? It just might be so. NeMO stepped over a small stream that had diverted away from it's source, most likely Romance River. The cold was fading away as of late. Perhaps spring was really on her way this time... he doubted it, considering the fact that snow still painted the mountain tops within Blossom and the sky was still tainted with the miasma of storm clouds. The boy had unconciously wandered towards Blossom Field, a place he usually avoided because it would seem that the sickness that plagued Romance River, filling the area with vargs whose hormones had overtaken their minds, had spread to it's fields, still covered in ash from the fire that had raged across it who knows how many summers ago. Judging by the looks of it, the flowers on that half would probably never grow back... and if they did, it would be by some sort of divine miracle. A goddess would have to have come down and-- movement caught the young brujo's gaze and he quickly snapped his head to the side, his muscles tightening in apprehension and his fur on end. Old habits don't die very easily, do they? Wherever the bastard boy went, he was always watching out for them. When he found the varg who had caught his attention, he swallowed. Why had he only been in the company of femmes as of late? First Nymeria, then Mink... and now... another she-beast who was sure to make his voice quake. He didn't want to speak, but unfortunately he was so close to her... too close to her (when had he been this close?! how had he not seen her before?)... she was only a foot away, he had almost freaking stepped on her. She had probably caught his presence long ago... and now he held her emerald gaze, just watching her. Then, without a word, he shook himself and started to move on, unnerved by the quiet that had accompanied her. It was as if she was of the same kind of breed he was. The kind that reminded others of ghosts. But that couldn't be right. Her scent gave away that she was from the land of Saw Tooth. Apparently that place was ruled by the most kind wolf in all of Blossom... Moth. NeMO's own cologne would give her the same information, revealing that he himself was from Cade's pack. A pack of secretive and introverted creatures that were not the most friendly, but definitely not aggressive unless provoked. He had no business with her. He didn't even know her name and, frankly speaking, he didn't care to know it. She could be one of those people whom you pass in a crowd and unconciously memorize the face of, but never see or speak to again. If she didn't call out to him, he would continue along on his own way. After all, if she wanted to lay out in the freaking freezing cold, that was her own decision. He wasn't about to baby a wolf who could probably take care of themselves.  |
aww he's so mean. xD
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- Nights Lies - By Juniper February 22, 2014 at 11:02:56 PM
winter is coming - By NeMO February 23, 2014 at 04:59:11 PM
Nights Lies - By Juniper February 23, 2014 at 11:27:23 PM
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