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 February 22, 2016 at 01:39:51 AM by Dante
the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who __________________________________________ Softs coos of morning larks and gentle chirps of mocking birds echoed through hollow undergrowth. Thin branches were beginning to thicken with the arrival of spring, but likewise the short wintry coat of the fiery doll was beginning to thin. She had attempted to rub away the shedding furs, she had dipped into the depths of lake to wash it away and it seemed that finally her work had paid off. Shortly cropped feathers had finally replaced the longer feather that kept away winters icy grip. Dante had much rather enjoyed the feeling of the sun’s ray upon her back than that of the glacial crystals. And Blossom Forest had taken a smooth transition into the wiles and growths of spring. The cries of newborns, overwhelming perfumes of blossoms, and overflowing rivers had slowly taken back the land which had long been buried under snow, ice, and mud. Lithe pillars that would have been as clean as fresh fallen snow had become muddy. Layers and layers had caked over her paws and up her extremities making her a combination of blood and mud. She had attempted several tries to remove the muck but each time she had taken a step out of the water she had become covered yet again. It had become a never ending cycle, but in that space of time she had grown quite fond her little lakeside area. Dante had been many places within her lifetime, and she was by no means old. No she was rather young, having come into adulthood only a season or two ago, but she was more seasoned by the ways of the world than any wolf could have ever guessed. She had experienced young love, a forsaken love, and had been the actress within her own Romeo and Juliet love story. And she lived to tell the story, though she rarely spoke of the wolfess that would have been the recipient of her love. Her heart ached for the loss of her soul mate and the storms in her eyes are said to be the product of her pain and tears, and their violet hue a remnant of her lost love. At least that was the story the fiery ess had weaved. Maybe this had been the reason of her forced exile. Maybe they had stopped believing her to tell the truths, for after one story of fantasy did that entail that those having come before were only stories as well? Alas she would never know. And so she had disappeared; loathed to return home, but hat had many moons ago. She had conjured herself a mirage of fantasies and realities, some having even combined to form a subjective reality; one that was palpable and seemed attainable, but only to shatter as she reached forth. The pieces tumbled into the abyss of her mind, reminding her of the trivialities which she so desperately tried hold onto. Sort of a shame that a mind so brilliant couldn’t see between reality and fantasy, or at least that was what she had begun to believe of herself… Dante shook her crown, ridding herself of the excess thoughts. Her fiery bodice rose up out of the soft moss she had gathered for her bedding. Her limbs stretched out and her vertebrae popped into place, sending a shiver down her spine. The day had begun many hours ago but she had taken to hiding away in the cool dampness of her little cave. The sound of trickling water had put her to sleep, but it had slowly dried up as the sun rose above her head and evaporated her little puddle symphony. Dante poked her cranium through the tendrils of moss and smile splitting her maw. She seemed to have a visitor. She watched as a lithe figurine danced into the water, her muddy coat transforming into a pristine palate of ivory. Dante pulled through the weaves of moss and trotted to the lake side, her own snow painted limbs being revealed as the waves lapped at her limbs. The ess and crawled atop a rock that jutted out of the depths of the lake and had taken to watching her surroundings. Dante was bound to be seen, but she dipped into the water anyhow. Her fiery crown and withers blazed atop the water, her limbs propelling her towards the ivory lady. She did not attempt to climb the stone and risk scaring the lady, instead she caught a hold of a ledge and pulled herself halfway out of the water. Her back paws kicked just under the surface keeping her in a comfortable floating status. You wouldn’t mind a tad bit of company would you? Her soft voice called up to the lady, a smile revealed her ivory daggers in a friendly gesture. __________________________________________ maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;; | Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana | |
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