Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
Somewhere Under the Rainbow IP: 68.13.242.216 Posted on August 27, 2015 at 03:28:57 AM by ScarletScythe
Arion’s nares filled with the late morning mist as he gazed up at the stoic cliff faces in front of him. His paws struck the rough ground as a water spider skitters across a pond, gliding over the ground lightly, but pausing often. The pines around him gave him shelter from the encroaching sun, that threatened to burst through the clouds and scorch the frolicking lovers who were likely already in heat.
But why was he here? What was he searching for? He’d spent so much of his life looking for his twin, who he’d thought of as his other half for so long, that he hadn’t realized how much he needed a real mate to complete him. Not, anyway, until recently. He wasn’t an awkward adolescent anymore. The white star on his head and the white bands that circled his left foreleg and his tail appeared to shine in the cloudy brilliance of the cliffs. Leaping and bounding upward, past all the couples who were constantly nuzzling and nipping at each other playfully, his loneliness felt more complete.
For a moment, it was even overwhelming.
No one knows me.
No one cares for me.
I have no family.
I have no home.
How can someone who cares so much.... not have anyone to care for? Is anyone out there… Could I find a home?
Will I ever find…
While he gracefully bounded up a sloping face of stone, a figure caught his eye.
Slowly proceeding forward, he noted that the wolf was alone… She had a certain sadness in her eyes, accompanied by a determined, yet battered pair of breathtaking green eyes. She had a black coat, tinged with red, giving the impression that her paws were soaked in blood. She melted effortlessly into the shadows of the pine, but the air of melancholy sorrow and pain she radiated tied his empathetic strings to her countenance, and he found that he could not look away.
He padded forth softly, muscles rippling under his shimmering black coat and shining white emblems. His golden green eyes projected warmth and welcome as he approached the fae, but he noticed her gaze was to the skies. Glancing up, he took the bow in the sky as a sign that luck was in his favor. It was a gamble, for sure, but for once he had a chance. Turning back to the dark enchantress before him, he spoke in a deep melodious voice:
“A pleasure to meet you this fine morning. The name's Arion. Forgive my audacity, but may I take a moment to thank whatever god put the sapphires of the sky in your eyes?”