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.
IP: 75.69.70.40
Posted on April 8, 2014 at 06:57:21 PM by Gilbert Beilschimdt
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Does not apply!! ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The awesome albino was just going about his awesome business, as was well... unawesomely boring actually. He hadn't seen his brother in what seemed like forever, which was understandable, because "Little Ludwig" had grown up. And, of course, resented Gilbert for how he'd raised him now that he had some idea of what happened... Then that was directly tied in to how he could never be part of a pack again (there were rather unawesome reasons for that too...), making him always alone. Oh, and his mate, well, ex-mate had finally stopped abusing him, and just decided to leave, making sure he had absolutely no one. Alone, sure, but freakishly awesome and well aware of it. Shaking his head slightly, the awesome German wolf looked around. He'd somehow made his way to the field. It was one of the only places he knew of that didn't at least make him feel marginally better about himself, and that was mainly because he'd always thought it was much like himself. It wasn't as awesome, of course, it was a field Gott Verdammt, but it was partially burned and dead, but remembered fondly by those who actually knew what it was like before the fire. The other part was perfect, showing all the greatness that the field had been and could amount up to, hiding most of the the scars and burns from sight if you looked at it certain ways. Fortunately for his awesome self, that certain way was how he let most of the world see him. Only his brother, Ludwig, Elizabeta and the limited living remnants of his old pack who knew who, and what he really was, and that the whole "Awesome" personality he'd set himself up with was completely fake. He sighed, before his classic grin spread across his face once again and he glanced around, looking for any sights of his brother. The Albino nearly laughed at himself for the outrageous idea that he'd actually be around here, but , well... It made him feel less utterly alone and lost. Patches of sunlight shone on his pure white coat and glinted in the ruby orbs of the elder Beilshmidt brother. He stood out, stark white against the cluster of blood red flowers he sat in. But then, all the way across the field, Gilbert caught sight of his brother there in the flesh... Memories of the old days flooded through him, causing tensity to run through his muscles, while he fought to not collapse and tear pricked at his eyes. He looked again at the one he swore was Ludwig seconds ago, and reality hit him like a brick. There was no one there. He knew he was nearly as far as one could be from a saint, he was still a war-torn mess who's mind had been split into two parts after years of corruptive power. Ludwig was the only one who knew how the albino was slowly dying from self inflicted wounds, well hidden paranoia, and the flashes of past battles that flashed before his bloodstained eyes, torturing his already broken mind. And of course, that was all reason for him to need someone he could rely on. But he was alone. Much too alone. <~+~> "You are in the prescence of awesome..." He seriously speaks. >Gilbert Beilshmidt <>Male<>No Mate<>No Remembered Heirs<>Pack< >Agent Sethilississ< |
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Replies:
- Oh, My Beautiful One. - By Mizuki April 9, 2014 at 01:38:03 PM
ON A COLD, WINDY NIGHT - By Terrel April 17, 2014 at 07:46:32 PM
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