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 June 5, 2015 at 11:25:55 PM by Aindreas
 The Way of the Warrior ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Blood. That was the thought that awoke him with a start. A dream of ivory skin drenched in crimson, droplets forming puddles, puddles forming streams, and the streams engulfing corpses, sweeping them away with its strong current. Aindreas' heart was beating a mile a minute and he found himself soaked through not in blood, but rain. Apparently the monsoon that had drenched the whole of Moondown Shadows the night before had wrecked havoc even upon his carefully constructed den. What a shame. The ivoro finally realized that he was panting, gasping for air, and forced himself to slow down. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat. Slowly, his heart rate decreased until he succeeded in calming himself. It had been years since this recurring nightmare had daunted him... once it had come to him every night. For it to return... He carefully extricated himself from his sleeping position, stepping over the sleeping femme and exiting. She was not his mate, nor his lover, nor his friend. She had been upon the borders and he had found her during the night when the sky had opened, pouring its rage down upon the earth. Breaking protocol, he had told her to enter the pack grounds and follow him to his den, where they would be safe. And safe they had been... though even his den had been damaged. The white titan hated to think what would have been made of him if he had not made it there in time. Deciding to deal with her when she woke, he took off at an easy lope, surveying the damage to the packlands. Most of the trails he had taken a liking to were blocked in someway by falling trees or planted debris. In time all of the runes would rot away into nothing once more. At some point. For now, at this moment, his main goal was getting clean and dry. His limbs pushed a little harder against the earth, increasing the length of his stride as he exited the terra and headed toward the lake that bordered his father's own pack. He had strolled there last in the winter, when it had been frozen over, a beautifully still ice wonderland in which he could disappear - the only thing betraying him being his blue orbs. He slowly entered the lake, sighing in relief as its waters infiltrated his pelt, his thick coat floating in the water. Suddenly, however, he gasped as the top of his ribs were punished with the water - the brute had forgotten about the long cut that the falling trees had inflicted upon him. His face froze once more, becoming stoic, as Aindreas began to groom himself, cleansing his pure pelt of the caked on blood and mud. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- She broke your throne, and cut your hair - By Hyde June 24, 2015 at 07:46:21 PM
Way of the Warrior - By Aindreas July 1, 2015 at 05:56:23 PM
She broke your throne, and cut your hair - By Hyde July 7, 2015 at 04:44:24 PM
The Way of the Warrior - By Aindreas July 11, 2015 at 09:56:38 PM
Don't you worry your pretty little mind - By Hyde August 11, 2015 at 00:21:00 AM
Way of the Warrior - By Aindreas August 13, 2015 at 00:36:24 AM
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