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 7, 2015 at 05:33:52 AM by Hurricane of Mexico
You can't break me _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico was filled with a shock, electricity shooting through his spine, making ever hair on his colossal obsidian cloaked frame stand on end, starting from the very spot the slender young vixen before him had touched with her ink stained glove. The slender bird refused his words, unwilling to even imagine their possibility despite the knight before her begging. Hurricane of Mexico did not beg. And so when this delicately carved sylph that stood before him so cautiously drew back, Hurricane rose to his paws, ready to collect himself. The massive gladiator was prepared to turn around and carry himself, and the beast which had nestled deep within his breast away from this area. The dark prince knew exactly where he would go, there were caverns, somewhere amidst these lands, dark, dank, quiet. A place where he could retreat into himself and lash out upon anyone who might dare challenge this enormous monster. The would be king would sulk in the dark and lick his wounds and perhaps, if he became hungry enough, only then would he leave the comfort of that place. However, that is not how events unfolded around him. The regal knight found his oversized paws glued to the ground as the earthen painted lass with her night painted opticals withdrew from him, a look of both surprise and dismay painted across delicately carved features, and Hurricane felt his dark heart wrench within his midnight breast. And then, the soil dyed lass turned away and a silent cry almost escaped his lips. She couldnt just LEAVE. Shattered memories shifted frantically through the hessian's broken mind. The dark gladiator searched them for something, for ANYTHING to make this sylph stay. To keep her slender form before him. For this shattered prince feared if she left, so would the rest of her sanity. However the shadow warrior was incapable, the thoughts were too frantic, memories too broken. Flashes of her violet and cyan eyes pierced through his mind, soft laughter, her fur... Delicate, soft. Brushing against his own pelt. Who was this vixen, and why couldnt Hurricane remember her? Again he delved into his mind, only to discover the scent of burning flesh and cries for help and blood, so much blood; the dark wolf cringed, jerking back like a child from a hot iron. What were these flashes? What did they mean? And what did they have to do with this girl? Perhaps nothing at all. Perhaps she really was nobody and the regal gladiator was simply insane. Perhaps the monster within him really had taken over his flesh. And then, suddenly, as the delicate brown dancer walking away from him put distance between them, one word stuck in his mind. losa he knew that word. It was soft, comforting, as if every bad thing that had ever occurred before the brute melted away. Frantically Hurricane's lightning eyes searched the horizon for her frame. She was gone, out of his field of vision, however that did not stop the dark knight for leaping after her, long legs eating up ground as he desperately tried to catch this mysterious princess. A desperate plea left his ink stained kissers in an attempt to bring her back. "Losa!" Word count: 547 _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico Can you? |
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