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 June 12, 2014 at 03:11:49 AM by i v e v
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My breath was an invisible cloud in the muggy atmosphere as I stepped through the trunks, not a sound on the heavy air. Nothing moved, not one twisting of a leaf in the wind, or the crackle of forest creatures living out their lives. I was perched on the edge of the small river that fed into the wide bowl of a lake. It was crystal blue and shadowed by the overhead oaks and elms, their muted branches playing shadows across the river's facets. It was an eternal scene, something that you'd expect in past memories when you browse your childhood, seeing the family's stream that runs past your den, or a sleepy retreat to while away hours. The river was an absaloute living being, yet symbolized time. It's constant current, flowing past all debris, was like the persistant changing of seasons, the turning of the sun into the moon, and the endless cycles. Was time a mere cycle? Or was it more of a spiral, starting at one point and forever curving outwards? I love the spiral, it's representation of being, and this creek was a mere part of the shape. Were we all leaves being carried in this spatial river? That no matter how hard we tried to peer into our pasts, shape our future, and control our present, I was still just a bloom, a leaf, a nonexsistant speck of life that was carried through this endless spiral. My coat was soaked to the skin as I poured my white frame into the river, floating across it's surface towards the other side. I was approaching the lake's wide, pebbley bank, and through the pines I could spot several figures gathering along the lapping shores. It'd been some time since I had seen others. My wanderings had veered north, as they usually do, like I'd been pulled by some instinctual force to return to my genetic homelands. But I never quite reached the tundra borders, forever lingering in a state of purgatory in the cold, mountainous valleys that I had left my pups years before. Their scents and sights were long gone, spreading across the range to start their own lives, however troubled they may be with no parental guidance. I didn't have guilt racking my conscience over it, but a small trace of lonliness for them. Still, I shared their pain within my own soul, having never had the chance to be truly in their lives, and pass own my knowledge. My preoccupation with... other things had ruined many relationships I had founded within the forest confines. The pack I called briefly home I had wandered from far too many times, my affinity for healing an inutile tool. What was I really looking for there? My stay hadn't gone well, and I knew most of it was my fault. It was best not to linger.. no, never linger. Always keep walking, always keep following this strange, twisted path that never seemed to lead anywhere. I couldn't discern the words that these females were exchanging, both who carried pelts of soft white, their orbs mere extensions of the calm blue lake. I could sense innately that they were equally floundering within; their cries for help leading them to isolation, then to community again. My own presence would only add to the feeling of desolation and soul-searching, and perhaps it would benefit my own doubts. The times I had spent alone were only comforted by the dreams that I gleaned in sleep, the ones where I delved deeper and deeper away from my waking self. Footsteps slid across the grass and stones as I stepped from the forest lines, my orbs glancing from each femme to the next. One was slight in frame but with a build of a cat, lithe and poised, grace in her movements. The other female had legs dipped in black, and this darkness extended to her cool complexion and eyes clear and smooth like a shadow. I caught a greeting, but didn't extend my own voice as I merely bowed my head, blue ice chips trained forward. ❄ i v e v ❆ |
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- dust in the wind - By kagura June 19, 2014 at 07:45:50 PM
{ D R E A M } - By Mink June 30, 2014 at 05:31:39 PM
.Why are you crying?. - By Miles July 1, 2014 at 02:14:40 AM
The spiral - By i v e v July 13, 2014 at 03:59:01 PM
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