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 August 16, 2014 at 01:57:59 PM by Loralie.
”Ew!” Loralie’s face was held in a grimace of disgust as she pushed her way through the outstretched arms of ravenous bushes, grime clinging to their unsanitary leaves, reaching to grab her finely groomed cloak and smother it in one of the very things she detested... dirt. Ever since her daddy had sent her away, punishing her for something she knew naught of, she had been captured by a world of horror and unhygienic conditions and was really beginning to grow agitated. How could her daddy do this to her? Banish her from her kingdom and away from her adoring fans? ”URGH!” The sound hung heavily in the humid summer air, trapped by the thick bodies of trees that appeared to line the horizon and earth way beyond the view of her dazzling blue gems. To the new girl on the block, this place seemed like a prison; a very green prison and to her dismay she had been trapped in this ever growing maze for what seemed like an eternity- growing dirtier and colder and more uptight as time went by. In fact she was sure she had passed the same rotting tree stump about a thousand times already. Wait! She had! It was upon that knowledge that the spoilt miss boiled over, losing her temper with a sudden violent swipe, her orbs hidden by tightly clenched lids. Upon what she hit her appendage, she did not know, but the uncomfortable wave of pain that rose higher up her paw soon had those lids opening and sky blue eyes looking down. A scream, gargled and manic, almost immediately echoed through the wall of barren forest causing birds of all shapes and sizes to flee from their perches on surrounding vegetation in a mad panic. When Loralie had gazed down to inspect her mitt she had been shocked to see that one of her perfectly crafted and delicate claws had been chipped and was now horribly misshapen and bleeding from the quick. It took the vixen all her time to choke down the whimper that threatened to contort her beautiful face into a show of ugliness before, and once again in a limping strop, the lady carried on with her aimless and utterly ridiculous journey. Unlike before, the feya was not so focused on averting muddy puddles that splashed murky brown droplets up her cream limbs, and the appendages of foliage that smeared insects and filth upon on her multi-painted robes. Instead her mind was determined- determined to find a way out of the hell hole she was now captured by and of course the constant throbbing ache resonating from her claw provided a not so pleasurable distraction. Now locked in this new frame of mind, Loralie didn’t realise just how far she had gone until the gloomy and murky shadows were replaced by a warm and welcoming light and the sound of rushing water resonated within her auds. Sky blues, dampened by the black mask she wore proudly upon her face, become alight with relief as the maiden fled towards the light. She tore through the remaining forest, eager to wash the filth off her coat, so fast in fact that she approached the clearing much faster than she had imagined and with one final leap emerged through the foliage and onto the banks of the river. To any and all who saw her, she would no doubt look like an animal plagued by monsters; hair spiky and stood on end, covered by most of the forest itself. What a sight. Now slightly embarrassed and yet delighted with her somewhat attention seeking entrance, the maiden continued towards the river. Her gaze was focused upon the ground, averting any other who would surely look upon her with confusion and aversion; playing the sheepish lass who wished to be invisible. But that was merely a hoax. Secretly she craved the attention the wolves around her would no doubt bestow and so as she walked, with her head hung low between her shoulder blades, the slightest of smug grins tugged at her lips. The maiden reached the water in little to no time, wandering forwards without hesitation into the cooler liquid. At first a chill tickled her spine and the slightest of gasps alerted any that the river was in fact unexpectedly cold, but she strode forwards regardless. After a short dip in order to remove the mud, dirt, insects and other un-beautifying blemishes, Loralie left the water and came to sit- not that she had even realised... or had she?- by a pure white male. At first she ignored him, her eyes searching the ripples of the lake before, as slyly as she could, her gaze moved to take the brute in. He seemed to be in some form of tantrum with his face held in a look of broody discontent and his tail wrapped around his paws. If at first he didn’t notice her, the miss would allow a sigh to escape her jaws and shuffle a little closer to him. If he still did not notice her, once again she would sigh though louder this time, and shake out her coat so that water would drench the poor unsuspecting fellow. And then finally: ”Urgh, you could cheer up a bit. Do you know how ugly you look sitting with a face on you like that?” :You can call me queen bee: |
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- I am the Sword in the Darkness; I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost August 18, 2014 at 03:00:38 AM
:You can call me queen bee: - By Loralie. November 16, 2014 at 06:04:05 PM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost November 27, 2014 at 01:24:48 AM
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