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 December 19, 2015 at 03:42:02 AM by Hurricane of Mexico
You can't break me _______________________________ Her voice was soft, gentle, and though it rasped and trembled like a dry autumn leaf scraping across the ground, to Hurricane's ears her voice was as soothing as the soft gurgle of a brook. It was a sound he could relax into, like a child falling asleep to the cadence of their mother's voice. However the words that left her muzzle, left this dark prince in shock. His heart stopped, or did it speed up? All at once the peace and clarity that had settled in upon this dragon shattered. It snapped like a tendon stretched past it's limit and suddenly this colossal monster was drenched in fear, his entire being soaked in uncertainty. Hurricane lifted his chin, brushing it across the top of her head tenderly, bringing lightning hued optics to meet her own evening painted lanterns, his own concern painted clearly across his ink stained features. "Losa... No... I... i dont... i didn't..." Suddenly the massive gladiator wretched his frame away from the delicate, intimate embrace he had wrapped the slender young dancer in. His oversize frame stumbling forward, away from the princess frantically. The midnight painted dragon turned hesitantly to face the injured sylph and a low whimper, barely audible escaped his jowls. Backing up once more as fractured snapshots fill his minds eye. Mismatched lanterns, her shrieks for help, blood, that sticky crimson liquid covered the earth in every direction he turned. The dark knights mind had abandon him almost completely as a strangled noise escapes the hessian's throat. Large paws move agitatedly, first to the left, and then toward the right as the gladiators haunted mind fractures. The would be king's ears are pinned completely to his cranium as his pupils widen in panic, his whines fill the air again and again as the knight becomes unconsolable in his agitation, desperate to escape the images. Frantic not to harm the princess before her. He was her guard. Her protector what had he let become of the delicate young flower who's care he had been charged with? Frantic lantern eyes find Losa's own mismatched optics as the knight manages to squeeze out a few words "i d-dont want to hurt you. Losa. I cant hurt you." _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico Can you? |
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- little ghost - By l o s a January 3, 2016 at 00:39:44 AM
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