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 19, 2014 at 07:45:50 PM by kagura
The pallid girl stares at her reflection for a long moment, the near perfect mirror of the glassy water holding a surprisingly clear reflection of her form. Kagura regards herself, seeing a keen set of warm and somewhat pretty blue eyes that scan, questing, over the entirety of herself. She does so desperately and ravenously, as if regarding herself for the first time, and is justified in doing so. She has been lost in her own life for some months now, but since the cold grip of winter had held the land, this was the only chance that the lithe velca has been able to truly see herself with any level of acuity. She notices with the clinical and objective gaze of a third person onlooker her shapely curves, long, straight legs and the honed muscles of a runner. A surprisingly large number of scars, some pink and hairless, and others faded, tell a tale of hunting and perhaps fighting as they paint their way across the canvas of her body. The girl wonders at them, unable to rationalize in her pacifistic mind what would be important enough to merit the clash of fang against flesh.
All she knows is that it was important - achingly so, and that she has failed. It's a terrible thought, and for a moment she drowns in it, feeling sadness and all aching regret that goes deeper than her very bones. It hurts, of course it hurts, almost like another wound has been ripped into her feminine body, this time dealt directly to her vulnerable heart. Said organ beats faster in her chest as her psyche, more delicate than ever in her current state, almost shudders at the very thought of her terrible sin. Kagura falls back to desperate remembrance, coming up with a face of a brown furred hessian with melting chocolate eyes. His face stings her in a number of ways. First, she has a vague impression that this is someone who was once very important to her, and second because she knows that he is no longer there for her. He was important to her old self, the one with memories and a duty, but not to this nameless vagabond who happens to share the same face. She banishes the thought of the handsome boy from her mind, wishing that she had found something more concrete than just a specter from the distant past.
The white woman, though outwardly only mildly troubled, was about to be lost once more in the depth of the dark catacombs of her blinded mind when the soft scent of an approaching wolf managed to tug her out from the deep reverie. Kagura's chin gracefully rose as she manevours herself to a good position to greet the oncoming wolf. The snow-cloaked femme is struck by the embarrassing realization that this approaching female may have heard her soul question. Her ears flicker awkwardly backward at the thought, but she's spared the awkwardness of being forced to explain herself by the near simultaneous appearance and speech of the lass. Kagura's oceanic orbs take in the interesting picture sitting on the soft sandy shore of the lakeside. The lady's base coat is pale, much like Kagura's own, but her limbs are bedecked from paw to knee in beautiful and unique black stockings. Although the maiden's crown is tilted slightly down, the warrioress can observe a slight flash of the lightest blue eyes. The girl's greeting is a simple hello, but to Kagura, who has not been spoken to in some time, it seems friendly and delightful. Her tail wags slightly in pleasure and she responds, finding that the words slip smoothly from her maw.
"Hello. What brings you to the lake, stranger?"
Her salutation and question give no hint of what has been bothering her, as it is one of the lissome lass' principles not to burden others with her problems. Since the arrival of the miss, Kagura's demeanor has changed from mopey and melancholy to calm and serene, as not to distress her visitor.
Before the either madame can offer more words, Kagura's palate is forced to turn away from the bella in front of her to trace the quiet approach of yet another fea. This wraith slips from the forest line with the grace of a predator, her wet pastel fur almost gleaming in the reflecting sunlight. Kagura dips her head respectfully at the fellow wanderer, mirroring the motion that the ess had made not moments before, and spoke, her lilting tones spilling into sunny clearing. It's a short greeting, formal and simple, but Kagura cannot remember if she was ever a great conversationalist, so the behavior is excused.
"Hello, miss."
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