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 January 10, 2016 at 03:04:25 PM by Athene
 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 'Hey there miss. Not to judge a book by it's cover and all - but a pretty flower like yourself surely belongs on the other side of this divided field, hm? His words hardly made her stir, and rather, she laid herself down upon the ash of the earth and closed her lids. The words were not so impressive, and she had been wooed many a time before. Besides, it was not words that she was looking for, but rather a mate that would suit her needs and nothing more. However, he could be nothing less either. Her father had been quite clear to Athene about who she should mate with: One who was strong, tall, dexterous, smart, and a good warrior. For a brief moment her cranium dipped as her thoughts turned to fall upon her dead mate Zev. He had fit the bill perfectly. Except,of course, for the face that Athenehad fallen in love with him. And love, in their childhood pack, was simply not allowed. Athene's pinnae swiveled as the brute stopped behind her, and finally she rose, deciding that it was only proper for her to meet this brute standing upon all of her limbs. Slowly, her limbs unfolded themselves and her pads came beneath her so that she could rise. Athene was everything that Hellene was not... And so when Athene Rose it was to a height that was surprisingly tall, especially for a femme. Athene had been nearly equal to Zev's height. Though it was a brute's voice that had greeted her, she was still surprised by his height when finally her gaze fell upon him. He fell higher than she, though not by much, and was the true definition of a Titan. Muscles rippled beneath his pelt, easily seen though he donned his wintry coat. Her honeyed orbs looked him over, smirking while she did so as if she was examining a piece of meat. Though she could not tell of his talents nor his intelligence just by looking at him, he was indeed a promising prospect for her to consider. Rolling her eyes, she opened her maw to let loose her lyrics that though sweet, also proved to cut through any bullshit that may hang in the air. "I have not ever found useful a thing Simply because it could dance and sing. Beauty will last not but a moment And when it is gone, it becomes your ailment. I'd rather be known for cunning and speed A warrior fae who knows how to lead. Give me a fight or battle to win In the heat of it all, you'll see me grin. I'm not a fragile flower that's bloomed hunting and war is for what I was groomed And so I believe I'm where I belong Your own assumptions were what were wrong." ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
Replies:
- So Condescending, Unnecessarily Critical - By Rakasa January 21, 2016 at 01:44:08 AM
Find Me In the Darkness - By Athene January 22, 2016 at 12:47:22 PM
So Condescending, Unnecessarily Critical - By Rakasa February 9, 2016 at 01:33:38 AM
find me in the darkness - By Athene March 2, 2016 at 01:07:13 PM
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