Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
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Posted on September 21, 2015 at 00:45:05 AM by Xenia
_______________________________ Xenia's petite slender -yet fluffy- form tumbled into the bright clearing, midnight painted appendages padding softly, slowly amongst the flowers, she was vaguely aware of the sounds of her many siblings tumbling and shrieking with happiness near her, the soft murmur of the voices of her mother and father caught her still rather floppy ears and she swiveled them slowly, watching, listening. Amongst her was Rhydia, soft, quiet, almost shy even amongst her siblings, her russet and evening painted bodice shifting constantly, almost perhaps nervously, Xenia did not understand the hesitation of her sister and she huffed softly, switching her gaze to Oliver. Ivory and ebony clash together upon his ever moving little form tumbles through the rainbow dyed field, tumbling and laughing as the brave little knight pounced and sent seedlings shooting through the air, Xenia couldnt help the smile that tugged at her kissers, watching her brother play, and she moved forward to join him, however, Alwyn's voice caught her attention and Xenia's teal stained optics rolled annoyedly. Alwyn never wanted to do anything, she sat next to their mother with her delicate little nose in the air looking down upon her siblings as they explored the world, eager to find all the bright and shiny things it had to offer. Xenia thought Alwyn would have a rather boring life if she stayed like this, all curled up like an old queen minus all the life experience. Suddenly Kasley rushed past her in a blur of day and night shades, her little paws tumbling eagerly across the terra, tripping occasionally on her new paws, glancing over her shoulder once in awhile rather responsibly. Finally Xenia moved forward, tips of her ivory fur brushing the brightly toned flowers, soft blades of grass bending under her charcoal gloved appendages, however Xenia was not distracted by the multitude of colors, or the playful butterflies that flitted back and forth, silky wings gliding easily through the still spring air. Xenia moved away from the small gathering of her family, teal toned gazers fixed firmly upon the scorched earth, as she moved ever closer to the line which divided beauty, from beast. It called out to the young wolfess, taunting her, begging her attention, and so when Xenia arrived upon the border of creation and devastation she paused, adrenaline rushing through her little veins, and her delicate heart pounding excitedly in her ears. Xenia flickered her trilateral auditories hesitantly, debating, staring at the divided earth in both wonder and amazement, slowly the lass reached forward with one midnight stained paw, touching it softly to the scorched earth, awe filling her little body. The ash and burnt terra seemed to melt under her soft touch, and the girl stepped forward, walking slowly through the devastation, moving farther and farther away from the oblivious family she had left behind for her great adventure, scorched trees and remnants of bushes litter the once beautiful meadow, leaving only scars and bitterness where something amazing once lived. Xenia wandered farther and farther from her "little" family, now completely out of sight, and totally immersed in exploring the ash covered earth. Word count: 522 _______________________________ Credits: Lina@dawnthieves.de faeriegodmother@deviantart.com  |
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- can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon September 21, 2015 at 01:38:23 AM
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