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 March 2, 2016 at 01:07:13 PM by Athene
 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Ba-da-lump.Ba-da-lump.Ba-da-lump. The sound of him galloping behind her her to be honest fueled her fire, set her heart racing though she reined in her pace. The whole point of this was to see if he could catch her, not to escape from his clutches all together. And so, instead of hastening her stride, she instead changed her maneuvering, swiveling on a dime and changing her weight and direction as much as possible. His footfalls hastened and then for a brief moment, there was the complete absence of sound and she wondered briefly if he had fallen, but then she felt his form attack hers. Flesh contacted flesh, pelt mixed with pelt as his head grazed her limb and then teeth grazed her foot and a dull pain resonated up her haunches. He just barely punctured her skin, but the jerk of his head back yanked hard on her limb, attempting to stop her motion all together. But his grip was not strong hard hard - he was being gentle with her! - and she kicked out hard with her injured limb to shake it from his maw. Quickened steps saved her from being thrown her to the ground. She stumbled but caught herself, using her newly injured limb hardly at all. Instead, she used it as a crutch so that she would not have to hop without it. Each step was a throb of pain, but it was nothing that she couldn't handle. Glancing backward she danced sideways as he tried to bite at her abdomen, but even though he did not tear her flesh open, the bridge of his muzzle grazed across the inside of her thigh, and a flame of heat rose in her loins causing her to sharply inhale, hardly able to catch her breath. She was a fully trained warrior, but it had been a long while since she had felt another's touch in an intimate way, but even her previous mate, Zev, had never taken her. Eyes rolled and lids fluttered, the touch throwing her off - she was not supposed to be enjoying this! He was meant to be a tool, nothing more, a distraction from her pain over losing Zev, a way to continue on with the traditions laid out by her parents - sex was something to be a useful thing, not a pleasure but a task. Why then did she feel heat radiating across her skin when this stranger carressed her, especially when he was as rough as he was? Zev had ever only been gentle with her, so this was a whole new experience. And it was that - her inexperience with intimate relations - that suffered her an error. The moment that she trembled, Rakasa leapt again, throwing his weight into her shoulder. Athene gasped and swerved to the right, her body angled toward to the ground, offering the brute a perfect purchase that he took full advantage of, his teeth grasping down - hard this time - upon her nape. He jerked her again, this time sending her down into the soil. She rolled over his form before landing on her right side, sent skidding across the ground. Grit dug at her skin, threatening to tear it as she skidded across the topsoil, and when finally she came to a complete stop, mud and plant stems covered her pelt, making her look more like a monster from the woods than a wolf. Athene coughed, dirt spewing from her maw, and then tried to stand, but found that the brute still had her scruff in his maw and was atop of her side, either laying upon her or standing over her. Slowly, she extended her left haunch, stretching it out. It hurt to be sure, but it was nothing that wouldn't heal, merely a sprain. After she relaxed it, she crooked her nape to peer at the brute who had caught her - injured her - doing exactly what she had wanted and had asked of him. "Well then, it seems I have been beat Bested by ye who are swift of feet. Now you stand as victor over me And I, trapped by you, am no longer free. Flayed out, I am vulnerable My nape held in your maw in full. Whatever are we to do now Shall you leave... Or do you have fields to plough?" Her words were course, brass perhaps. A lady would upon hearing such words, surely, but Athene was no warrior. She lived and died by her teeth and claws, and so addressed everything head on. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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