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 23, 2014 at 04:59:11 PM by NeMO
It would have been to NeMO's liking if the she-varg would have just been quiet and had left him alone. But such was not to be the way of this one; not today. As he moved, there was no mistaking the tell-tale sound of her rising to her limbs, and allowing them to move towards his own frame, which was already starting to disappear into the more wooded area. She passed him briefly, and his russet portals watched as she did so, their silver lining glinting in the low light. He didn't like the smell she carried with her... it reminded him of sickness. For a moment, he dared to toy with the idea that she just so happened to be going back to Saw Tooth (which was indeed in the same direction that his walkers were leading him towards) and would not care to look back at him and bother him along his path. But that was short lived and the fruit of thought was devoured quickly when her nape twisted back and her sage portals caught his own strange colored ones. What's your damn problem? Her lyrics were not the only thing that cut into his side as daggers do to an unsuspecting victim. She had twisted around, stopping him in his own tracks and was, in the literal sense, blocking his path. The introverted boy pulled to a halt and merely stared at her... or rather, right through her. Such were to be the actions of a boy who had been beat upon for the circumstances of his own birth though he himself had not chosen to be who he had been born to. He lowered his skull slightly, his tassel touching his inner left leg. Submission. Ah--forgive me ma'am, earlier my thoughts had clouded my vision... Why was he apologizing? After all, he had not actually stepped on her had he? No...? Okay, so then why--... perhaps she was just having a bad week or something.. god knows what went through females heads, especially when they were...well... hormonal. When she did not move, he turned his head to the side a little, a shy movement that met all standards of a lad who had no idea what in the world to do in this sort of situation. ...I can accompany you on your way if you wish it of me. Words of regret do not entirely make up for rudeness do they...perhaps an act of kindness can do to ease you? It was a genuine offer. Wherever she was headed as of right now, he would act as her guard for the time being. Not that she was going to get attacked or anything... Blossom was not known for it's murderers and rapists anymore; since two years ago most of them had gone into the darkness, never to return. But company can always be a gift if one looks at in a certain light. Now the pale brujo listened for her reply, whatever it may be.  |
aww he's so mean. xD
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- Nights Lies - By Juniper February 23, 2014 at 11:27:23 PM
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