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 21, 2016 at 03:14:51 AM by Carmilla
The Hearts Keep Breaking __________________________________________ Just as unexpected sleep was creeping up on the young lass, another predator, far more dangerous, was as well. Velvety lyrics rose above the cutting silence of the night and jostled Carmilla from her near nap. Confused, vermilion eyes snapped back open and ebony hackles rose as they hadn't in so long. The voice was chilling and yet oh so warm. Every hair on her body stood at attention. But was this presence she felt dangerous or welcoming? She couldn't tell. Had this wolf spotted her yet, where she lay blending into her pitch black surroundings? She didn't know the answer to that either. Not until the voice echoed again, just a ghost of a whisper, this time directly behind her, did she realize that she had been noticed and approached. Realizing she had no reason to truly be afraid, she was raised a huntress after all, she slowly turned her body around rolling over to get a better look at whom she'd be dealing with. Her findings were enough to make her breath hitch. The she-wolf standing before her was a sight for sore eyes. Her coat was stark white and the markings on her face were like none she had ever seen before and just beautiful. Her figure was well trained and her posture conveyed the same message as her silky, seductive voice. The real kicker, though, was the recently blood-stained muzzle she sported so proudly. The unmistakable mark of her own kind. This stranger was a true femme fatale. Carm remained still for a few more moments in awe of her midnight companion. The sudden fondness she felt scared her. She was overwhelmed, but it was a feeling she welcomed as an opportunity. Her mother always told her she'd go to hell for her beliefs, and she always replied that she'd welcome the change of scenery and monarch. But could it be? Was her mother right? Was this lovely lady sent by the devil in exchange for her soul? Gently she rose to her feet, her motions effortless and fluid. She had to find out. It only took a step or two to stand before the ivory ess and gaze into her mismatched orbs. One of her eyes was almost the same shade of red as Carmilla's own. Her grin grew wider the longer she was in the presence of this mysterious girl. She wanted to know so many things at once, but settled for the question that plagued her the most. My dear, what was that you sang? She purred as she stepped a bit closer, her voice deep and tone inquisitive. Carm didn't know if the tune had a name, or if it's lyrics were simply made up on the spot as the pearly succubus traveled along, but she yearned to know more. Hear more. She had a feeling the new melody would become her favorite song. __________________________________________ And The Heads Just Roll / Carmilla / Young Lady /   |
Replies:
- Sweetie, You Had Me - By H A R L E Q U I N January 22, 2016 at 02:35:53 AM
Love Will Have Its Sacrifices - By Carmilla March 5, 2016 at 11:16:49 PM
Sweetie, You Had Me - By H A R L E Q U I N March 17, 2016 at 03:39:34 AM
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