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 May 20, 2016 at 02:52:25 AM by Dancing On A Ray Of Sun
Just your average wolf _______________________________ "I promise you my support. To the death." Rae had missed the battle for the lands of Bright Moon. She had showed up late and out of breath at the beach and had thrust herself into the plans for attack upon the bears, making empty promises and raising false hopes, and then had failed to show up. Typical. She had desperately wanted to be part of the family they were creating. But between the dirty looks from the others around Dante and her own gut wrenching anxiety, Dancing On A Ray Of Sun had decided that the small band of vicious canines would be best suited without her. That Rae's own unskilled alabaster physique thrown into the scramble of names and faces would only disrupt and distract and ultimately lead to the frustrating of their plans. So as all the others marched forward to battle, Rae ran. Dainty alabaster paws drum against the earth in their own unique patterns as Rae's bulky snow colored physique slipped through the thick foliage of the forest. Rae had never been meant for pack life, the place of her birth had rejected the girl as soon as she could fend for herself, hurtling the jade eyed girl into the cruelty of the world and forcing her to grow into who she was. But did Rae really know who she was? Was Rae sure she was really anybody at all? A nervous girl with nothing to her name except possibly the curse of Dante and her anxiety ridden form. Would Dante send another after her soul? Would the angry pack send scouts to locate the deserter and label her so every wolf knew when they stumbled upon her that this bland ivory marionette was absolutely, stunningly, worthless. It was these sorts of thoughts that plagued the cream painted lady as she sulked through the woods, with no soul to blame for her actions except for herself. Perhaps if she were braver, stronger, perhaps if she were Epsilon this wouldn't have happened. Epsilon had always been the yin to her yang. Someone that spurred her forward and forced Rae to grow and develop. However it had been many moons since the girl had seen her brother and the missing gladiator had surely returned to their homeland to prepare his ascension to the throne. Rae had always been too nervous and born too late to even be considered as monarch over the lands of her origin. Besides, a queen held only the fraction of the sway she needed to control those lands. It was a king who had the strength and might to control his pack. Rae's paws had long since taken her far from the beach where she had met Dante. Rumors had spread through blossom of the Iberian queen whom sought the land of Bright Moon. A pack once belonging to the noble knight Summer, and his daughter, whom had been forced to flee once the family of bears took up residence within the borders. The oversized predators competing for the prey and threatening the lives of all who dared enter their domain. Instead Rae traveled almost as far away from the lands of Bright Moon as she could possibly get. Not so far that she again landed upon the shores of Leisure Lake, but far enough both south and west that she broke through the tree line, and the hazy shade it had provided, and into the open lands of Blossom field. Summers heat had claimed the lands of Blossom Forest, and here, in the open, it was beyond oppressive, almost downright dangerous. Through the haze and the wavy lines of the horizon Rae saw the silhouette of another, and moved forward hesitantly. Perhaps this was an assassin sent from Dante to claim her life for her lack of loyalty. Or maybe it was an interrogator, sent to torture the girl until she revealed her own cowardice. However as the colorless valkyrie moved closer to the canine, he neither moved toward her nor away, and curiosity overrode the terror building in her belly. Ashes and soot cling to pristine fur, leaving the marionette speckled with grey and not at all herself. Finally, when the lass with peridot lanterns arrived before this gladiator, it was not her name, nor the request for his own that left her lips. "Excuse me, sir. Don't you think it's rather hot to be here today?" _______________________________ |
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