A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on March 2, 2016 at 03:44:30 PM by Stormy Horizion
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Stormy Horizion ____________________________________ The valiant gladiator set before Stormy's own thundercloud physique appeared puzzled. And he ought to be, for what kind of wolf reclaimed a throne that no longer belonged to her? "When I was younger, I sort of, inherited the throne from Larka. She wanted to leave Blossom, and I wanted to be queen." What a foolish notion, for a teen to desire the throne. And yet Stormy had, and there were very few things in this world that the thundercloud femme desired and did not achieve. Hardly herself weaned, long legged and not at all proportinate, the awkward young girl had eagerly accepted the throne from Larka. Unaware both of the rules she was breaking, and the trouble that would come about later. "I was too young." Stormy continued, amber optics focused on the trickling water of the thawing river instead of Aindreas own ghostly physique. "Spring Grounds needed a more stable leader than what I could provide and eventually I had to step down. It was what was best." That is what Stormy told herself every night, when a serpent like voice crawled out from the darkest corners of her mind and whispered venomous words like traitor, and coward. Stormy should have been strong enough to stay and instead she ran in terror with her tail tucked tightly between two cream painted appendages and abandon the only place that had ever been her home. "In truth, when I returned to Blossom, I had no intention of ever ruling again. I was going to serve under Quirno." Ah yes, Quirno, the land of satanicans and vampires. Surely if Stormy sat in the ranks of Aindre Seite no would would dare cross Stormy, despite her petite form and the lack of threat that came with her presence. "However, Quirno soon vanished and, when the rumors of Lucaya's rule reached me, I knew, that is not what was best for Spring Grounds, and that I must return." Perhaps her return to Spring Grounds had been only to sate her demeaning conscious and hush her inner demons. That's what they told the reason was. However, this truth Stormy was aware of, she had never wanted to rule again, only for the best of her home had she returned, and perhaps, if one qualified to replace Stormy and uphold her values, perhaps Stormy would step down and serve instead as second in command. Stormy paused to let the ivero titan set before her absorb the information she had given him, finally her amber optics met his sharp cool arctic ones, and her tail swished once softly. Aindreas informed her of how his father would most likely send diplomats to arrange some sort of alliance between the two packs, and that knowledge created a sort of peace within Stormy. Not only had her own pack accepted her new rulership, but also those around her in neighboring packs. For the slender young wolfess to attempt to claim that the oozing wounds scattered across her body did not ail her, or to say outloud that the young queen had not eaten since before the fight and that she was not hungry, it would be a lie. Stormy had reclaimed her rights to the throne only two sunsets prior, and in her condition the slender wolfess had, had no luck whatsoever even in hunting small game. And so, when the ivory gladiator before her offered to assist, Stormy's first instinct was to agree. And then, the new queen hesitated, a little voice in the back of her head whispered traitorously that Stormy did not need this knight's assistance. Stormy was fully capable of rolling around in that frigid water on her own. However, forcing those angry thoughts aside, Stormy's thunder and ice painted plume wagged softly, and the young queen nodded agreeably, and moved cautiously toward the water, both rear legs inflamed and angry, Stormy's wounds were both fresh and dirty. Icy liquid surrounded crème toned paws, and the thunder storm dyed queen winced as the cold sank down even into her bones. Glancing over at the white knight, Stormy barked softly, lowering her physique into a sitting position and using one of her good paws to splash cold water at the boy. Word Count: 707 ____________________________________ 
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