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 June 28, 2017 at 10:52:29 PM by Olya
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"How could I let this happen?" Tears rush down her face as she runs through the brush, the harsh reeds whipping at her flesh viciously. She bites back a scream, for each piece of pain concerns her, brings back terrifying memories from before she was Lillith's handmaiden. Times when she had been bitten and beaten, clawed and scraped at. Dainty paws pound onto the ground rapidly and the wind pulls and pushes at her pelt, showing the scars hidden beneath it - ugly white swirls of flesh that ran deeper than the surface. Frantic thoughts ran through her causing her very flesh to quiver and ripple in fear of what may happen to her now that she has lost her mistress. Her life had gotten immensely better since she had been gifted from Farant to Lillith - the beating had stopped, so had the threats, the daily fear, the new cuts in her flesh. They had seen her as a canvas to practice their satanical torture on... Lillith saw her almost as a friend. But Olya had been told one thing - in no uncertain terms Olya would die before harm ever came to Lillith. She was not a bodyguard - no, not tender, innocent, frightened little Olya. Rather, she was meant to be a last minute shield giving Lillith time to get away from danger. Lillith was the only heiress in her particular line, and her unique pelt made her a beauty desired by many. Farant had been one of them - had been one of many suitors, potential mates. His death had ... serious consequences. While it had saved Lillith from ever having to suffer underneath him, it also changed something. Farant had in a way been protecting Lillith's family. They had promised Lillith to him in return for protection. Their line was rare and few and had needed it... Farant's death had meant the end of that protection. Retribution had come swiftly and certainly. Competing armies had attacked the clan, all of them rushing, searching for the crown jewel. None of them were part of this land's clans and thus Lillith's family had little warning of their coming as the Council had no prior knowledge. Another servant had rushed into their den, had hurriedly told Olya where they were to go for safety. Olya had pushed Lillith out the secret exit with a whispered word - "Find Blossom Forest" - she loved her mistress for Lillith possessed none of the cruelty of the others. When she was sure Lillith was through, she had collapsed the tunnel. And then she did as she was told - she put herself in harm's way, blocking the exit. The warriors tore her apart but she told them nothing of Lillith's retreat. Eventually they let her go - she was not of Lillith's blood and thus they had nothing to lose by allowing her to live. For a day or perhaps more, Olya had lain unconscious, torn to shreds, her deep red kalak pelt darkened with her own blood. But finally when she had gathered enough strength to stand again, she had began to limp out of the clan's territory, and toward Blossom Forest. She had been told that that was where Farant's kin lived - the next nearest members of a clan of the Council, the only ones who would be able to protect Lillith. Once the Council heard of them, they would seek Olya out there and no doubt arrange a marriage so that Lillith would be claimed by a mate. But Olya had not found Lillith yet. Olya was to be her playmate, her friend, her comfort item - mixed all together into the term of "handmaiden". And when the Council found Lillith, Olya had better be with her or dead... or the consequences would make her wish for death. And so Olya ran and cried, terrified and wanting only to find her mistress. Finally she gasped in relief when she came across a fresh scent of Lillith and she pushed onward even though her lungs were burning, her skin screaming in pain from the irritated wounds. New tears fell, these ones of joy as she finally burst onto a scene that exposed the snowy pelted princess. But it was horror upon her face when she saw the second wolf. Never before had she seen wolf that was not a kalak before, and confusion and fear mixed together in a strange way when she saw this stranger laying next to her Mistress' still form. "Mistress Lillith!" Bared teeth showed as she leapt to put herself between Lillith and the fae. Standing over the kalak, she shivered and trembled, fighting the exhaustion and the urge to collapse. Instead, her blood would drip down to taint the princess' pure white pelt in stark streams. |
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- I Am Your Butterfly - By LILITH July 6, 2017 at 00:23:23 AM
h e a r t . t h r o b - By k i r a s t a s i a July 15, 2017 at 04:08:17 AM
A Handmaiden's Tale - By Olya July 19, 2017 at 06:15:05 PM
I Am Your Butterfly - By LILITH August 22, 2017 at 04:02:15 AM
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