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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What doesn't kill me......Makes me stronger [ Horizon ]
IP: 209.117.45.10
Posted on December 30, 2015 at 00:16:09 AM by Akuji


I won’t give up until I destroy you all.
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It had been a week or so since Akuji had captured the princess who sought to escape from her father's prison, but still she was upon his mind. The hessian told himself it was simple really - she was to be his mission in the near future, and so in his mind, she was to be his mission now. If she had ran once, what would stop her from running again? And so he had followed her, stalking her, his muddy gaze always upon her form, ensuring that she could not escape from the boundary that surrounded Cold Summers even if she tried her darnedest... But there was more to it all, even if he did not or could not admit it to himself. For instead of fearing him, she had softened before him and had showed concern for his well being. Never before had he known that softness, except from his sister on the rare occasion. Not even in Odessa had he known such kindness coming from another, and so it was odd to him. Very odd.

But the Princess settled down for a nap and Akuji took the opportunity to stretch out his limbs and run from Cold Summers to work out his muscles. He needed to keep up his dexterity and exercise his mind both for his physical and mental health. Akuji was a handsome varg, his coat kept clean and sheened, and his muscles rippling just beneath the hairs that made up his pelt. He knew, though, that he would need to keep up the exercise to keep such a physique. But to keep the mask that was his devil's keeper, to keep the iron bars strong and the cage from breaking, he needed to explore and tire out the voices within his head until their vocals went from a raging cascade to a dull thud - a drip, drip, drip. A whisper in his ear. And as he ran, that was what the demon quieted down to, and he found himself content.

Akuji's shoulders rolled as he slowed upon reaching the field that was split in half, forever ruined by a fire. It's duality spoke to his nature so acutely that he found at last that someone could understand him, and it was not even a living being, not a varg... But a bloody fucking meadow. Akuji's vocals escaped before he even knew it, started as a soft chuckle but erupting out into full fledged guffaws, and the brute tilted his head back and laughed to himself. How crazy he must look...

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||Akuji|| ||Untainted|| ||Cold Summers - Omega|| ||Adult||





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