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 December 29, 2016 at 05:45:28 PM by f e l i c i t y
Felicity was proof of this. No child had been born as sick as she. Her petite body had been wracked and poisoned with sickness from the first breath that she inhaled. Her mother had done all that she could to keep her alive and out of the grips of death, and there had been many times that the babe could remember seeing a white light. A gentle cooing had called to her; it spoke of the soft comforts beyond, how her mother wouldn’t worry about her any longer, and her brother wouldn’t either. Felicity had contemplated this light, she had wandered closer and closer with each time, but somehow she always pulled back into the real world. She always chose to keep living. That was the one thing she had going for her – the will to live. More than anything she wanted to live and be happy. She wanted to live a life so opposed to the one that had been dealt to her. And this was her chance. Death had given her a chance to become free. Felicity had a sort of invincibility complex, though it wasn’t because she actively tried to be as such, but rather it was because she just assumed the best of those around her. She didn’t see the darkness of the world around her, she only saw the joyous and happy lives that existed around her. She saw the popping colors of the field and the new varg sleeping peacefully under the tree, and thought only to befriend this stranger. Gaunt espressos watched with thoughtfulness as steely orbs flashed awake. They assessed her quickly and without a sound, until a small smile appeared on the stranger’s lips. Felicity smiled right back at him, her small pearly teeth gleaming in the sunlight. The stranger pulled his head away from her and just stood there smiling at him waiting patiently. The sound of his laughter was like a song written in the lower registers of the clef, much opposed to the high, tinkling sound that the birds made in the early mornings. I am new to this land, pup, and this seemed a nice enough spot to rest. Felicity nodded quietly, looking around and agreeing with him. It was really pretty, but how could he sleep when there was so much to see and explore? I am Raja Chandra, young one, but if you wish, you may simply call me Raja, the brute smiled at her. And how do you call yourself? Raja? Does that mean anything mister? I know you’re not from here, you told me so yourself, but I’ve never heard a voice like yours before. She asked the question unabashed, she was only curious to know why he sounded different from her. You’re my first friend mister. And you can call me Felicity! She paused to take a breath, her throbbed slightly and the smile on her lips faltered ever so slightly. No… not now… I just wanted to have fun… She scolded herself internally, and hung her head trying to let the throbbing dull down into the steady beat that it had been before. She sat there for a moment, head hanging low before she finally picked her café painted crown back up and smiled again. Sorry about that mister. She mumbled slightly, and tried to pick her attitude back up. Would you mind if I stayed with you mister? Felicity padded towards him and tucked herself up under his forelimbs, and curled up there. If he didn’t want her he could easily just pick her up and toss her out, but Felicity, pertaining to her usual thoughts, just assumed that he wouldn’t. | Miss || Alone || Babe |
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