Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 75.107.21.28
Posted on March 16, 2016 at 02:47:28 AM by Hurricane of Mexico
You can't break me _______________________________ Dark paws move against the earth in a feverish race against himself. Hurricane's stomach twisted and churned in frantic desperation. Where was she? And how was he ever to find her again? The lands of Blossom were extensive, and all Losa had to do was run fast and far enough. If the earthen toned bird flew away into the deep dark corner of a well occupied pack, and her scent would be lost to the beast forever. However, fate smiled down, both upon Losa, and Hurricane, for his panicked searching did not come for naught. As the massive gladiator raced into the clearing which surrounded the rainbow endowed cliff, his sharp yellow optics crashed into Losa's terra toned physique, the young marionette staring like a deer in the headlights as she called out. Her own voice betraying her. Putting the young damsel in more danger than she could even possibly know she were in. For little did this young fawn know of Hurricane's wicked past, and the dark desires that lurked in every dusty corner of his empty heart. However, any dark urges that may come forth later were unknown to Hurricane, the dark beast filled with only a confusing relief at locating the earthen valkyrie, and the fear that had set in upon his heart rose, like a thick fog lifting off the ground, vanishing within sharp cutting rays of sunlight. As Hurricane's deep voice rumbles through the clearing, carrying off into the air and bouncing off corners and sharp angles, filling the air around them with the rich smoothness of his voice, Losa's tensed physique visibly relaxes, tight sinews prepped to run, her wiry frame built for speed could have easily burst from the earth, adrenaline filling her delicate form, propelling her forward and onward. Fear would drive the lass farther than Hurricane's determination ever would. Had Losa decided to run, the midnight dragon would have lost her forever. And so, as she relaxes into his presence, Hurricane too relaxes, the panic of losing her had worn off and the beast had mellowed out entirely as he moved forward, closer to the porcelain marionette. Nudging the vixen gently, Hurricane moved his physique forward, midnight gloved hairs brushing against earthen painted ones, melding together, creating a dark, rich chocolatey tone. Hurricane's form did not press against the young girl the way he desperately desired to, his lack of knowing exactly who she was, halting him from pressing any closer than the evening cloaked warrior had already dared. Hurricane's presence was by no means mild. He was large and commanding, his deep rich voice demanding respect and even the slightest twitch of rage sent any creature with the smallest amount of intelligence backing away from the beast, if not leaping forward into a full run, stumbling and bumbling to get away from the rage of this dark summer's storm. This dark beast was not named after one of the fiercest creations mother nature had concocted for nothing, he was the perfect blend of anger and hatred, the short temper and dark desires that reigned his frozen heart kept even the most dedicated at arms length. And so when Losa froze under his touch, the beast was neither surprised, nor upset. Hurricane instead, continued to examine the deep wound in her flesh, and when Losa admitted she knew naught where it came from, the gladiator paused, debating if he ought to tell her or not. "You were running, from me. . . I may have scared you by mistake, and you fell." Hurricane's throat suddenly becomes tight as the void hued titan explains the story. Guilt fills the hunter from the very depths of his empty soul, and the beast backs up slightly, giving the delicate porcelain doll more room to breathe. However instead, the chocolate toned lass spills over with nervous chatter, her voice too high and too loud, stumbling over her words like a child, fumbling for it's first steps in a dark room. The words crash against his audits, and the tall black appendages flicker backwards, holding taught against his cranium for a moment. Confusion fills the dark beast and he frowns at the girl, sharp lightning lanterns begging her to stop. Hurricane was a knight of a few carefully chosen words, and what he could display physically, he did not say at all. Perhaps that is why the few lasses that had ever caught the eye of this ravenous creature, had simply ended up discarded, or worse, if they annoyed him so badly, dismembered. Hurricane's deep voice thundered, silencing the lass with a warning growl. "Princess, what is wrong with yo-" A sudden sharp electricity fills Hurricane's veins, and his citrine lanterns widen, pupils dilating wider and the knight backs up several steps, heart thundering as the dark knight drops into a more submissive pose. "You, you're a princess?" _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico Can you? |
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- little ghost - By l o s a March 18, 2016 at 02:24:06 AM
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