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 January 21, 2015 at 06:29:57 PM by CARNIVAL
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Carnival they say the captain goes down with the ship, So when the world ends, will God go down with it? Chapter One: Long Live The Queen “Yes. You may call me Queen.” The fire in his chest didn’t bother him: Jixer Chapter One She left the territory quickly and with no thought for the undefended borders, much preferring the ease of uncomplicated travel to the mystique and enigmas of shadows and silence. There was no victory in Carnival’s rise to power, nor happiness and joy. She’d heard a rumor once...that it took two to tango. Suffice to say, in Malignant Felicity, no one was dancing. The valued support of Kirastasia emboldened the new Queen to pursue this jaunt outside of the territory. It was not a last-legs kind of endeavor. Was it? Not given to self-questioning, Carnival’s legs ate up ground ever faster. Despite her empty title, she felt alive, a tad mischievous, confident in what she had set out to do. She, her ever-present mental enemies, and her health were ready. Alpha? No, she preferred architect. Only the best would do. The lakeshore was far from empty when she arrived, not a surprise in the height of a golden day. The kind of day that one felt in the muscles, that seeped through (in Carnival’s case) golden hairs that set a fiery halo dancing around her form. She wore magnificence well, this feral creature, so accustomed to slinking in the dark and overgrown vegetation of her home that the now proudly squared shoulders suggested a natural leadership. She went largely unnoticed, however; wolves do too many things at the lake to pay attention to any entering their midst, regardless of her stature, and she was inconspicuous enough to traverse much of the circumference of the beach without intrusion. On the hunt yes, but not desperate, many of the wolves surrounding her made disdain color Carnival's thoughts, alongside a haughty dissatisfaction. Queens had left a coveted legacy to uphold. So when she approached him, some distance from any other wolf, drying out (yes, drying out, as if he’d been foolish enough to douse himself in water and wet sand), it was clear that he was a candidate. A stand out: too aloof to associate with the other happy-go-lucky’s, too (angry or tired or pessimistic she hoped!) to even deign to open his eyes to the strangers when what mattered to him was his own pompous rest. She settled next to him and brought her head to his ear, the smirk still clear on her face. “This…is a dream.” Her hiss grew softer still, winding its way into the fluffy boy’s skull, “Someone will come to coerce you, someone soon. It can end only one of two ways. I am a dream, and as I slip my teeth around your neck you can choose to either nod up to my proposition, or accept your inevitable death at my fangs.” “Choose wisely.” Carnival purred, as she snuck deliberately beneath his chin, testing this beautiful, potential-ridden, ignorant sleeper. PS....Do I spot a 21 Pilots fan? o_O |
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