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 April 28, 2014 at 07:24:17 AM by V A C C A R O
The sweet, floral scent preceded Vaccaro’s view of the field. The nature of the day had most souls elsewhere, leaving the meadow unusually vacant. This along with the pungent smell sent the boy’s mind into a hazy dream. It wasn’t a good one. These waking mirages usually took benign forms; however, today there was turmoil and just plain pent up energy that comes when a free animal is slammed into a cage. It was times like these when he needed to be alone. Vaccaro did what was normal - he did it almost every waking minute and it exhausted him. So much so that sometimes the youthful energy that had given his body health was no where to be found. Paws would drag and his head hung low - defeated and burnt out. But not always… of course, he did have discipline. Macartni - he would follow her footsteps to wherever. A formidable looker himself, Vaccaro couldn’t deny that Macartni was alluring… appealing - whatever. Her confident boss-like nature was the closest he had gotten to something different, to someone who didn’t just walk in the tracks of those before. But who was he to talk? Hadn’t he, the dreamer from long ago, done just that? An angry, shuddering sigh left the boy with smouldering amber eyes. In his mind’s eye, the binds and ropes of rules and customs shatter into a thousand fragments, lighting a black night with distant stars: the freedom to exploit every ounce of what this world has to offer. But no, no he didn’t have the will… or maybe it was courage. Even now, in his lonesome trek to burn off frustration, Vaccaro was too beat down, too suppressed to see a light at the end of the tunnel. If anything, the rich patterned creature was struggling with hate at the moment. He was fed up of conforming, but he did care. Vaccaro did care about the souls who flitted in and out of his life. Once upon a time it was for them that Vaccaro had dreamed. He had wished for a different world than this, where wolves bloodied themselves over status and the weak suffered under the eyes of those who should be protecting them. Soot fell upon his textured cloak, adding to the black design and giving him an intimidating unearthly appearance. When he crossed the threshold from destruction to life, Vaccaro barely noticed. His paws left black dust amongst the flowers, trampling and flattening them - leaving his own trail behind. He was very much elsewhere; in a place of estranged hopes and current imprisonment. He was very tall - lean but well muscles limbs birthing a stride of fluidity and surging power. Normally, most would look over his physical prowess; now, however, the boy’s distant intensity only magnified it. Every thing went unoticed… everything until claws dug into the soft earth and the wolf halted suddenly. Permanently tousled fur fluffed up even more - there, in a small nest of spring coloured flowers, was a slumbering wolf. He would have pulled his gaze away from the tiny figure and kept on his way - happy to leave her undisturbed - but something held it in place. Tan fur barely hind the outline of ribs - so small that the girl forms almost a perfect ball in her sleep. Slowly, Vaccaro casts a glance back. The trail of disturbed florals is marked by the smell of soot and its blackness, too. It’s strange, in this delicately beautiful meadow, that a fire should have left half of it untouched. As if just as a reminder of what we have to lose. A dreadful fear seethed through the brute, pushing out his anger and hate. It was irrational really - he wouldn’t have actually stepped on her, no he saw her in time; however, for Vaccaro, it seemed that he had stopped in the nick of time… as if all his trouble might have jumped from his body to smother the vulnerable soul below. Glancing around, it was clear that the meadow was - except for them - completely empty. He wasn’t one to seek out social interaction; he did his best to avoid it. Yet, there was something nagging him - on the inside. It wasn’t safe to leave the tanned lupine here - not all alone. The sureness with which he made this decision was unfounded but there, nevertheless. Stretching out a russet and black fringed paw, Vaccaro rested it on the slumberer’s shoulder, prodding gently and hoping not to startle her. A great apprehension made the boy frown: handsome features tense and unsure. Who was he - tainted and bitter - to intrude on such an innocent dweller? OOC sorry about the long wait!!! I love her she is soooo cute!!! |
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