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 August 5, 2015 at 08:28:20 PM by ROMULUS
Bored. He didn’t want to head back to Malignant. The reason for such happened to be a pupetteer who thought she was the hottest shit around. If Romulus had still had eyes, they would have rolled practically into the back of his head. That girl was something else. A spitfire he would’ve pursued earlier in life. Perhaps he and her would’ve had flings back when he was a teenager. Romulus tilted his head, entertaining the idea of sexual interaction with the girl. Definitely would be a new experience. But the thought of embracing another woman had his heart shutting doors of iron immediately. No. Well… the kalak smirked without humor. He supposed so long as he didn’t fall in love, interactions with females could be allowed. But the thought still made him want to puke. He’d promised. Promised that he would take Eriel seriously. But did that promise still hold true when he was exiled from his place of birth and no longer knowledgable of whether or not Eriel was even alive? This train of thought made his heart sink. He didn’t want to. He didn’t even want to be himself anymore. Not that he’d wanted to be “Romulus” in the first place. It wasn’t the name. It was his breeding. It was his history. It was him. He wanted to be a regular varg. One that didn’t tower above others. Romulus flicked his plumage. He was relaxing underneath the shade of some tree beside leisure lake. He’d seent his place before… many times. Only when rendezvousing with women who wanted him inside them though. It was ironic that now that he was finally relaxing, he was at the same soiled place he’d done women at in the night atmosphere. The sun was a good filter of such thoughts. The ember’ed warrior twisted his nape and lifted his skull to the sun dappling through the tree and spilling heat upon him every once in a while. A sigh spilled from his lips unconsciously. It was nice here. A place he could come and clear his head and not be in danger of meeting with someone who knew who he was and what he’d “done.” …  |
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