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 October 13, 2015 at 02:47:42 AM by Celeste
| female.adult.wanderer.loveless.Rana I have outlasted all desire,
One white paw after another. The toes become a dusty grey by the time she reaches a suitable looking place for finding interesting stories. She pauses in the center of a large field of flowers, her apathetic gaze landing on many wolves, none seeming to carry the fire of a captivating tale within them. Blue orbs dance over to the charred side, her lips lift into an amused expression; there’s a story to be told here. Celeste glances towards the west, watching the sun go to sleep. Once Sol is safely hidden away, she looks around the burnt section, eyes finally lighting on a silhouette of what seemed to be a very stretched out wolf. She tilts her head to the side, studying the creature moving about, trying to discern if they would be worth her time. Pillars start to move, gracefully carrying the white ‘ess towards the strange canine, never going faster or slower than when she began. There was quite some space between the two, but the light of the moon rising gave her enough to place her feet properly. After what was probably only a couple minutes of traversing the field, her bodice was only a couple hundred feet away from the other lupus. She slowed down, going to only a very slow walk, allowing her eyes to take in what she had happened upon. The storms of ruthless dispensation
The other was much taller than her, probably a good ten inches taller, maybe even more so. Celeste lowered her bodice closer to the ground, to observe his outer appearance from safety, before approaching him. He was so oddly built, with tooth-pick black stockings, and a body of flame and ash. The canine’s ears were much bigger than hers, and his tail looked to be made more of fur than bone or muscle. This creature was something she had never before laid eyes upon, making him of particular interest to the collector of stories. She decided from the way he carried himself, and from his foreignness, that he must have at least one story of good use to her. Celeste brought her frame back up from the ashes, and floated towards him, her muscles tensed, prepared to flee, if he turned out to be a threat. She opened her muzzle, blue orbs never leaving his body, and spoke in a soft, lilting voice. “Hello there, wanderer. I am Celeste.” Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
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- can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon October 14, 2015 at 00:01:15 AM
. N U M B . - By Celeste October 14, 2015 at 03:08:09 AM
can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon October 15, 2015 at 05:42:03 PM
. N U M B . - By Celeste October 16, 2015 at 02:07:15 AM
can you save my bastard s o u l - By Horizon October 21, 2015 at 01:45:48 AM
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