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.
Drink up me hearties yo ho IP: 24.62.203.164 Posted on August 26, 2014 at 05:32:08 AM by Seerower
Skipper took his accusations incredibly well. If he was angry he didn't show it. Still, Row knew it wasn't very kind of him. He'd have to work on controlling his temper or he'd blow up at the wrong person and be in real trouble one day. The tan pup smiled as well and Seerower couldn't help but be cheered up by this. Skip had quite the smile. It was hard to be mad at his friend for long. When the bigger pup's blue gaze meet his he blushed a little, hoping Skip didn't think he was staring. His amber eyes flicked away and looked back shyly. Did his friend feel the same things he did? Well, Row didn't know what he felt so it would be impossible for him to tell.
Growing up, Row hadn't spent much time at home. He was the little rascal. Little imp; that was what they used to call him. The beige boy had been the runt. Even now, he was small. He'd been nothing special. But he wanted to stand out and just be another face in the crowd. So he became a mischief maker. Row was in trouble more often than not, but he never minded much. He could weasel out of nearly anything. That was how he and Skipper had met: helping each other out of a sticky situation. The pirate, with all his escapades, had spent as little time at home as was possible. Sometimes this meant days at a time from the moment he was weaned. When he was home, he was being scolded or lectured about his behavior. Unfairly in his eyes. His parents had named him Seerower, Pirate, all he did was live up to it. Perhaps it wasn't as good as he'd thought though. He hadn't received any guidance or life lessons. There were many things he did not understand. Love was one of these. Thus, he did not understand any of his emotions at the present time. No one had ever bothered to explain to Row what it was to be bisexual. Of course he was confused. And would continue to be for a while.
There's nothing wrong with you, Row looked at his friend with a half hearted smile. If only Skip knew. He was the more forthcoming of the two, at least in the presence of his best friend. Row... was not. You've just had a lot put on you, is all. You know... I did leave you with a lot to look after when I left. And I'm sorry for that. His ears pressed against his cranium. He really was, Row could tell.
" 's all right." He said softly. "I did a rubbish job of it all. It wasn't just you who left me. They all did. Every single last one of them. I can't find them. Hell, they could be dead for all I know. And it's my fault. I was supposed to take care of them. Protect them, ya know? And I couldn't even do that one goddamn simple task. I'm a bloody failure. Everyone leaves me in the end." His amber eyes were full of bitterness, more towards himself and his own stupidity than anything else, and brimmed with tears. He'd let them all down. Skippy, the Marauders, his family (though he hadn't seen them in ages). And himself. He was better than this. He looked over to his best friend. What a pair they were. "Well aren't we just a pair of screw ups from the land of misfit toys." he muttered. A leader who'd deserted his own "pack" and a first mate who'd failed to keep their crew together. Screw ups indeed.
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