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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Posted on April 20, 2014 at 03:23:27 AM by Arimas
 The day is young and still the world seems fast asleep. It is too quiet for the knight’s liking, too still for the soldier’s preference. This would not at all do for one born and bred from battle. One would not guess that the male is just that, however, for his burnt rust pelt is not littered with scars of many sorts. That is why none should judge a book by its cover for this slender man has yet to allow a scar to reach his leanly muscled frame. It is not glorious to wear a scar for it means another has gotten close enough to damage you. Even though the other may be worse off, perhaps dead or dying, the fact that the worm of life had enough skill to even lay a wound upon another was in Arimas’ mind, pathetic. Perhaps it was the way the brute was raised, kill or be killed seemed like a simple motto to live by for it has kept him alive so far. Then again, was this really living? Arimas had nothing as of now, no goal, no challenger, nothing. Perhaps that is why he has travelled so far from home. This Ethiopian regal has come from a vast land far off from this one. It was all too elegant here, too simple. He desired more in life. The cavalier moves forward from his previous placement on the forest like terra. Soundlessly, he slides powerfully through the trees and thicket. His powerfully, slender legs giving the male agility and speed beyond belief. He was larger than most of his kind, towering over many others that have that same red coat of his. Here though, he would see far different breeds. The forest seems to part slowly, opening to reveal such a vast amount of blue that it almost seemed like the world had no separation from ground and sky. If there had not been a makeshift beach to stand upon, he could almost believe he had travelled to the end of the world, a void of which he would spend his days doing absolutely nothing. Lucky for him, this was not so. Movement towards the left of him has the male shifting dark chocolates in that direction. It is a figure of purity. That was an oxymoron if one had ever heard one for the anorexic girl was obviously pregnant. her stomach bulged in to his surprise, the snowy princess walked with uttermost grace. A smirk draws upon his kissers, for a mere moment. Then, it is gone, when any emotion would be back that was unknown to even him. His eyes shift around for a mate, not seeing any his deep portals return to her, lingering on her weakened form silently. She was malnourished and because of that, she would possibly die in the birth. A rustle in the leaves behind him has the male’s auds flick back. Finally, his face turns and there residing oblivious to the world was a medium sized rabbit. The odds of this….. Arimas turns slowly, lowering himself to the deep soil as his dark gaze latches on to the rabbit. A step, then another and suddenly powerful haunches have the male in the air and towards the creature. His jaws part and then close upon fur, flesh and bone as a paw lands upon its chest. He makes the death quick, snapping its small neck with intense ease as only a true killer would. He lifts the creature from the earth, it is limp within his mouth. How easily it was for this brute to take a life? He moves slowly out from the trees, his approach soundless as he moves towards the pregnant femme. Arimas pauses before her, dropping the rabbit to the soil with a echoing thud. “Arimas.” No explanation, merely his name. For some odd reason he still has yet to leave, perhaps it is the fact that he knows she is in desire of assistance and for that reason he will not leave unless told to do so. Perhaps this was the knight in him. Or maybe, just maybe, he found the broken yet strong girl to be absolutely beautiful. |
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- Like a bird, she shall fly - By Paris April 25, 2014 at 09:35:50 PM
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