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.

Refresh/Reload

|madness breeds madness|
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Posted on March 16, 2016 at 02:52:53 AM by Dante


the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who
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There was a silent trade of stolen glances, for might have been kisses in another setting. These fallacies tickled the fiery feathered woman’s thoughts, as she mulled over her choice of words. She would allow herself to be swept away with these dreams but she would keep them for another day, another night as it were. Dante settled her thoughts and spoke out to the peppered woman before her, continuing their small test of wits. Her pale orbs focused elsewhere, giving the daemon stealing glances over her physique. The blend of coppers, metallic flecks and flint that weaved through her nape trailed down and capped her shoulders and spine. The pattern twisted and twirled as the clear eyed lady turned her gaze upon violet storms once again, and Dante did nothing to hide her studying gaze. What was one to do when presented with such a fine specimen? Fine feathered auditories flicked at the soft slip of words over rose lips, and she was quiet the tease. The fiery woman let a small smirk caress her own blood stained lips as she listened. Dante would take no offense to her words, she took heart to truths and Nimueh was true beauty waiting to be discovered....in truth, I had no intention of joining a pack. How could I ever pass up on the chance to spend the rest of my life in such a masterpiece as yourself? Aid you I will, and thieve from you I shan't. I will not help you fight whichever monsters you speak of in the traditional sense, but there is, in truth, nothing traditional about me. Lead on, fearless leader, and I will follow, enjoying the sight the whole while. A cocooning silence fell around the feas. The steady rhythmic beat of Dante’s heart booming in her ears, her vision outlining the curves and waves along her Iberian lady’s frame. The soft, whetting touch of tongue to lips sending a ripple of excitement down her spine, Why be mundane, when life begs for heretics? Dante paused ever so slightly, Il n'y a rien comme le contact d'une femme. Her voice had dropped to a mere whisper, seductive and alluring.

But alas they could not continue their secret affair. Her call, having rang and lulled across the land had brought forth more company than she had ever conceived. But a subtle ripple of tension across her fur tugged at her peripheral, and she begged herself to look. To wholly see the closeness that was achieved and had circumstance been kinder she would have given herself purely to this iberianess. And this thought persevered above all else, until words could break through the barrier. Though it was not her own that did so, If you mean that she is burning up temperature wise, I can say confidently that while she is warm enough to show her status as living, she has no fever to speak of. Nor is she set aflame... I would never sit so close to a flame, for I have no desire to singe my hairs. However, if by fire, you mean 'hot', I approve of your statement. And in perfect synchronization clouded violets met with alabaster stones, before a unholy scan of the daemon and hunter broke their concentration. Urges rose up, and fallacies begged to be set free. Boundaries tested and hearts set aflame. How dearly she wished to tease this Iberian lady as she had done unto her. Dante relished in these heresies, her mind flickering and faltering through Nimueh’s banter. How she wished to set herself free before the fair complexioned company, but new, nameless company called to her attention and in a quick fashion her dear little sister.

The little wolfess made a show of her entrance. Grander than that of her companions, save Nimueh, though that was of another type. I followed you! It’s no fun at home when you’re not around. She blundered aloud, no mind to whispering and such, Seraphina was only a pup after all. She cared naught for such trivialities. Dante sighed ever so slightly, more so relieved that she had miraculously survived such a trip. So focused upon her little copy the fiery feathered woman could not feel the release of tension, fur against fur. And her nameless companion’s amusement suffered a similar treatment. The wanderer was merely trying to piece together Seraphina’s puzzle of survival. Her scraps had been limited and her hunts even fewer, but more importantly, what had truly pushed her sweet little sister from home? There could be no simple answer for Dante. Had mother and father turned against her? Had she idolized Dante’s absence? There were too many questions floating about and no time to explain, she had to attend to the gathering she had brought forth. How was she to lead them into war against a reaper of lives when she herself could not focus upon these plans? Simply put, she could not attempt such a thing. For it would surely mean death and so Seraphina became a case for another time.

There was no space left for a silence to settle in, words flowed in upon a continuous thread. You can count me in for this adventure, Dante, if only so I have another story to tell. Violet storms flicked to meet Nimueh’s fair gaze, a small smile lilting her lips. Is that not what life is - a collection of stories and adventure? She teased ever so lightly, returning to a more relaxed status as she settled into her role. And as silence seemed to settle over the contemplative gatherers a feminine lace of syllables flowed over the empty space I cannot speak for these others, ma'am, but it is clear and easy to see your goals are large and your need for assistance is high. I can promise you my support. To the death. Dante roved her gaze of the statue of ivory before her, taking very little time to ponder words that flowed so easily. And I promise death will not lay claim to your life, dear one. Every word and each syllable pronounced and punctuated with perfect balance, there would be no souls to reap among her family. To further push this question of death was her undistinguished answerer, whose direct play on words only made the fiery feathered woman laugh. But there would be no joke amongst the dead, it was the living that continually made jabs at the death that awaited them. Twas the irony of life.

And again the peace broke with squeals of vitality, Me too! Me too! I want to help too Dante! Pretty please! Dante looked skyward, her eyes catching sight of a hawk. Massive wings spanned across the breath of the mother earth, in tandem he rose and fell with each new breath. The Ethiopian woman felt herself following an earthbound path, the stinging breath of nature filling her nares with the stench of monsters. Giving her a quest, a dream and a path she had to yet to conquer. You will bring help in a way you may not understand Seraphina, but you will help nonetheless. Dante mused aloud, her storm swirled violets focused down to her little darling sister. She did not know yet the full extent of her help either, but Dante knew of a place that might open their arms to her. She was not blind to the pack hierarchy and life in Blossom Forest; she knew quiet well those who had recently been overturned and those fighting to hold onto a life long ago. And in a tangent way she realized there was one left to pledge himself to her. Dakota.

He seemed to sense a darkened shift of attention and in comical manners attempted to alleviate the shadow. I, too, will accept. I enjoy a challenge, and after all… There’s another male here now; I have to prove how studly and brawny and testosternoey I am. Dante could not resist the bark of laughter that escaped her maw in sync with Dakota’s own coughing laughter. There was something to be said for the group of wolves gathering before her. There was the spicy, flirtatious Nimueh and her antics which never ceased to pique her interest. And Dakota, the woodsman who’s comical relief offered a light hearted, childish aura to compete with the brawny, silent ivoro who Dante would come to know as Rodan, in time of course. And the newest accompaniment who seemed only to want to rise out of the shadows that cloaked her shimmering coat and emerald optics. And last but not least to complete the sextuplet was Seraphina, but the daemon Queen had other plans for her innocent naïve - as the Iberian woman would have so aptly named her. Dante pondered these ideas, personalities and gathering. A gentle cocooning silence falling over them once more as she pulled syllables to form words, and strung words to form sentences to expel her thoughts. Together we rise. A family we have become. A future we will create from darkness expelled and a light for all to see. she spoke is a form of rhyme, finding no better way to express such fluid thought.

If we are to prevail, I believe it would be best to strategize, so that we might know and understand our strengths and weaknesses. And also we must know each other by name, by sight, by scent. We are unique to one another, still unknowns and therefore variables in a solvable equation with our end goal to lay claim to Bright Moon. But we might find ourselves in failure should we not solve for the easily known variables – ourselves. Dante swept her gaze across the group, asking for honesty.

I will ask nothing of you I would not do myself.

All her dreams were floating upon the ideas and bodied around her. She was just as much in need of them as they were seemingly of her, but all that was left to do was plan their attack. How would they as individuals be able to aid in the take down of this monster? And more than that how would they be able to do it together?
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maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;;

| Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana |

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