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.
IP: 24.96.175.152
Posted on August 27, 2015 at 10:37:59 PM by Cheyanna
Don’t take me for n a i v e Pale seas stared absently into the distance searching for any movement along the ground below. Pairs of wolves flickered in and out of sight, the trees giving cover to secretive affairs. And then she heard his soft pawsteps. Small pattering sounds that wouldn’t have disturbed most ears, but Cheyanna was existing through her senses. Her ears listening across the land for the small minute sounds, that she otherwise would have never known existed. And her orbs watched clouds drift by on lazy streams of air, making the viscosity of the rainbow above flicker and fade. The nerves on her skin fired restlessly as the wind swirled and danced across her pelt, the minute hairs on her ears prickled. She twitched her audits to rid herself of the sensation. Her company’s voice drifted to her ears, deep and resounding. “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?” Cheyanna lips curled into a small smile, her eyelids closed momentarily while her creamy green orbs lowered back to the earth. “No need to, such compliments are enough to forgive such audacity.” her voice was light and soft to the audits of her companion. Her lids lifted with a curiosity, who was this new stranger? The sun danced across his black and white accented pelt and his golden forests glimmered with a hope she had not encountered for many moons. She studied his features, the curvature of his jaw the creases near his eyes. Were they caused by happiness or a deep sadness? Cheyanna’s frothy green pools reflected a deeper sorrow, traced down through her soul yet openly sheared across her face. She bowed her head in recognition of his introductions, “I am Cheyanna, but please feel at liberty to call me Chey.” a dainty smile lit her features. “But tell me what brings you to the cliff’s edge, Arion?” Cheyanna took the liberty of looking into Arion’s golden-green pools. She searched for something that would have linked him to her. Why would such a charming son approach her lonesome figure? She did not hide her sorrow or residual scars, but rather wore them as an open reminder to herself that love was just as deadly as war. There was no denying Chey’s beauty, but most would have shunned her depression, scars, and bloody bodice. It was ironic her name meant peaceful, calming and tranquil. Cheyanna, by name, could still the raging wrath of war, but she rather embraced its grip. Only in the sense that she was ready to ward and fight off those who came only for her looking to ease the lust that resided in their loins. |
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- Somewhere Under the Rainbow - By ScarletScythe August 31, 2015 at 08:03:18 PM
don't take me for n a i v e - By Cheyanna September 1, 2015 at 02:30:41 AM
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