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 June 25, 2014 at 04:06:04 PM by Death
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The russet woman had finally decided to leave, through the woods she came, but Death didn't stand up right after. No, he stayed curled up on the ground, a long whimpered whine breaking through the air. What if she came closer? As soon as the thought rolled his spine shivered with disgust. Females. The word in his mind full of malice. After a few long moments Death finally peaked over his bushy plume and cautiously stood up. Disappearing into the opposite woods that he had decided to reside in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was growing into his adult body. His muscles ached in protest to the contortion and his bones joined in. Death's paws were finally seeming proportioned to his size, but he still had long legs. Still the cold blues and pink hued nose his family carried in their blood. The long legs seemed to come along with that genetic package. Either way he was glad some weight was attaching to his bones. Squirrels, hares, and birds he has mostly survived on in this meadow. If he were to leave here, which he had no interest in, since no one really showed up here. Death would most likely smell like the ash and flowers of this meadow that he often romped around in. This place made him happy and for once it was a place anxiety didn't tug at his ears often. Today though a visitor came knocking at the door and he stopped dead in his tracks. Ears instantly pressing to his cranium and tail tucking between his legs. The russet wan came back, but she was thinner. Fear weld in the ivory and ebony males gut as he lowered to the ground yet again in front of this reoccurring woman. Hesitantly his stomach touched the ground and a croaking growl vibrated Death's throat. Why are you back woman? His words didn't quiver, but they weren't trusting, nor, welcoming. Death knew she could attack him now and he would end up tucking tail, running. Sprinting as fast as his long stilts would carry him and not look back. Still, if at all possible he wanted to avoid her sinking her teeth into his hide. With a high pitched whimper Death nuzzled into the ground with little pride and keenly watched her. Blue hues electrified with genuine fear and distrust. ____________________________________________________________ Death~ Teen~ Male~ Kin: Hestia and Life~ No Pack~ No Heirs |
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