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 November 16, 2014 at 06:04:05 PM by Loralie.
From the minute she entered the clearing, on the bank of the river, the vixen was fully aware that she had captured everyone’s attention with her dramatic display and fake act of embarrassment. It caused a feeling inside her that was not unusual and was frankly rather enjoyable for the diva. Since being a small pup the drama queen had cherished the feeling of being popular and had craved attention from every being that entered her world. She had and still remained to thrive on the curiosity she sparked in other wolves and took an immense amount of pleasure in luring others in and capturing their consideration for as long as she possibly could. Today was no different. Loralie hadn’t failed to notice the smile that had appeared on the face of a white brute sat on the banks of the river; a smile that had only graced his kissers when she had arrived. This action only served to fuel her bad habit even more and so as she galloped over to the refreshing liquid she made sure that her performance would only interest him more. Loralie didn’t spend too long in the water, in fact that minute her coat was immaculate she powered onto the bank glancing over at the lad to make sure his eyes were still on her- and they were... for now. However the handsome smile had fallen from his muzzle, replaced with a furrowed brow. That was until she made her way over to him and the crescent moon that had dragged his brow downwards disappeared leaving behind it a mask of confusion and curiosity. He had played right into her paws. The she-wolf’s walk suddenly changed and became more of a strut than a walk; a strut that snaked her hips and showed off her womanly assets. But her game was not to last as her pawn moved in his own direction and turned his head away from her in a seemingly uninterested display. A sound, a mixture between annoyance and shock, erupted from her jowls as she sat next to him and made her next move. Each time he ignored her, the diva simply followed him, shuffling closer and closer to his body with a sigh falling from her lips in an attempt to draw his interest back towards her. And when that didn’t work, she did the only thing she knew how to; up the stakes. Her graceful and elegant legs pushed her of the ground and within a second of standing she shook out her pelt. Water droplets pelted the male and Loralie couldn’t help them smile that formed on her face when finally he caved. A warning growl left his throat but it did little to deter the attention craving woman who simply glowered back at the male with her own sky blues- darkened by the charcoal mask she wore so seductively over her eyes. His face quickly changed though, falling half heartedly back into the confused look he had portrayed before. It was almost as if he had not expected the maiden’s words, or that he had not expected something so rude. Either way it her statement had done its job and now this unknown fella was hooked tight on her line. She stood for a few moments more, staring at the lad with a ferocious gaze waiting... just waiting for his response, when finally she got it. Her heart fluttered furiously with anticipation as the male, unknowingly, entered her game and though he answered with the same amount of sass in his voice Loralie simply ignored it, choosing to sit down next to the male again. Her eyes, however, never left his face; that grumpy and yet stoic face. ”I thought a nice bath would make you feel better. It’s plainly obvious that you haven’t groomed yourself in weeks. Are you allergic to water or something?” A girlish chuckle finished the sentence- yet another attempt to hold onto his awareness. To be quite honest Loralie did not have a clue when the male had last bathed himself and she had to admit he wasn’t that bad looking. This girl liked nice looking things and she would never deny herself them, well unless they were as grumpy and boring as he was. Yet another sigh fell from her cream jaws before she shuffled so that rather than sitting side by side, she was now facing the side of his face. ”Are you going to be the grumpy all the time? You could at least tell a girl your name. Or shall I just call you moody pants?” :You can call me queen bee: |
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