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 October 31, 2016 at 07:09:12 PM by Daenerys
Her meeting with Grey Wind was rather comforting. She knew she could trust in something besides herself. Yet with Spring here she knew she'd be giving birth any day. She took up residence in an abandoned den nearby the meadows she wandered in now. She flopped on her side, her breathing heavy. It was almost time, the pups would be here soon. She laid her head down and shit her eyes, her breathing starting to return to normal. She felt the movement inside her stomach, and pain. It came so quickly, her water broke and her labor began. ----Fade in, fade out---- She lay there, sweat soaking her fur. Three newborns lay at her side, suckling her milk. Her first born of black color was the largest. She grinned. Drogon. After their father Drogo. Her next born showed her own Targaryen coloring, white as a pearl. Viserion. After her brother Viserys, though he betrayed her so. The last born, of earthy colors. Rhaegal. After her brother lost in war, Rhaegar. She smiled at her children, large physically as she was, as was their breed as dire wolves. She kept herself, sitting upright but on her side enough to let them suckle. "All men must die, but we are not men."   Daenerys |Adult|Queen Dragoness|House Targaryen| ____________________________________________ -Metalhead- |
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