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 February 14, 2016 at 03:49:35 AM by Mezic
One Step Closer to the Edge and I’m About to Break  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Boredom had overcome the male. He had been used to being alone for many years. Since he had been an older pup he had gone out on his own, wanting to explore away from the restrictions of his parents. It was not that he did not like them, but they were too protective, not letting him go out on the adventures that he so craved to go on. And so the brute had been on his own since then, exploring everything and anything that he wanted. And then he had come to Cold Summers when he was a teen. He had not been in a pack in a long time, but his instincts kicked in and somehow he had been accepted. And he had been in the pack ever since. And even though he was now a member of a pack, one that he had been with for a long time now, he was still alone. Friends was not something that he had here, and he did not feel the sense of family that many felt within their packs. He often wondered if it was because he was not a maned wolf. The majority of those within Cold Summer were of that breed, but most of them were okay with other breeds as well. Mezic’s pelt showed his roots as a red wolf, and though his pelt was russet in color as kalaks, it was obvious he was not one of them. His packmate, and once thought friend, Apollonia, was also a red wolf, but she had had more of a family here than Mezic did. The brute often thought of why he had stayed, what made him stay within this pack if he felt that he had no friends or family here? Sometimes he was not sure, but then he remembered the promise that he had made long ago to the alpha that was here before Caspian. Though he had only been a teen at the time, he had promised loyalty and that he would stay with this pack and that he would do what was required of him within the pack. And so the brute had stayed here, waiting for when he would be needed, promising his loyalty to Caspian as he took over as alpha. Not much had happened since the male had been there. As of late, they had been faced with famine within the pack which had led them to finding more desperate ways to find food. When a family of moose, a female with a now dead calf and two bulls, had wandered into the pack, a group of them had decided that the dead calf was a great opportunity at their next meal, a meal that would fill the bellies of all those within the pack. Luckily the group had gotten away unscathed when the two bulls had attacked them in retaliation. It was great to see the pack come together, kalak and red wolf alike, to defend each other and to get a good meal for once in months. But now the winter was over and spring was coming into Blossom. The snow was melting, and because of how much had fallen some areas were beginning to flood. Mezic had to tread carefully through the woods to avoid some of the more dangerous areas of flooding. It had taken away a good area of his hunting territory as well, and he had to travel and further and further away from his den to find a meal. At least when he found a meal now it was plump and well fed, unlike the meals he had found in the winter months. The male had thinned out with the famine, but he had regrown his muscle back and was just as strong as he had been before the winter. As the morning peaked in Cold Summers, Mezic decided to go hunting outside the pack’s territory today. His paws lead him through the trees and he was not paying much attention to where he was going, nor did he care too much. He had nowhere to be and no one to see, so he just aimlessly traveled through the trees. As the male wandered he noticed that his paws were taking him to Blossom Field. He had explored the half destroyed field before, and he supposed that was as good a place as any to go for a hunt. His stomach grumbled as he thought about having breakfast, but he was quickly distracted by a sound that he never thought would reach his audettes again. It sounded like Jekyll. Mezic had not thought about the femme as of late, it was too painful for him to do so. Before he had had a chance to tell her that he loved her, that he wanted to spend the rest of his with her as his mate, she had been forced to leave, to deal with an emergency situation with her family. She was supposed to come back to him, but she had not and it had been so long that he assumed she was not returning. At first he had gone out looking for her, letting howl of despair and sadness, of true longing, to escape him, showing how vulnerable he had become without Jekyll. But she had not returned, and so he had tried to push her from his mind, to try and get over the heart break that he was experiencing. The male thought he was hallucinating, but if there was any chance that it was her then he needed to be there. His paws stepped forward slowly, anxiously, afraid to put too much faith in such a quiet sound. His amber orbs spotted the heap of a far too skinny and potentially sick femme, and when the scent of her reached his nares, he knew it was Jekyll. Mezic froze, just staring at what had become of her. Despite what had happened, she was still the most beautiful being he had ever seen. All he wanted to do was to smother her with affection, to hold her and make her better. But he didn’t know if that was okay, what if she didn’t return because she didn’t love him as he loved her? A whine escaped his throat, and he crawled forward to her on his belly, afraid of doing something wrong and having her leave again. ”Jekyll? Is that you?” He knew it was her, but he needed confirmation, to know that she was truly here. When he was closer, his nares pushed into her neck, breathing in her scent, loving it in ways he didn’t know was possible. Mot caring anymore if she felt the same way, he just let his instinct take over. His tongue reached out to lick her neck, praying that Jekyll would be okay with it, that she would not be upset with him. That she loved him. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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