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.
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Posted on October 31, 2017 at 01:31:46 AM by ANASTASIA
ANASTASIA wudubearo .x. of age .x. female .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh Freedom. That is what the multi-hued wolfess saw as she watched each violent crashing of the waves before the two of them. It was in resemblance of Anastasia’s liberation; of her initial escape. The very moment that her family, both kin and friends alike, had managed to break her, shattering her figuratively, as well as literally, into a million tiny pieces. The small femme endured as much of the torment as she could before she had finally fled from her home lands. The cloaked male’s vocals reach out to her once more, and the petite miss immediately breaks her steel gaze from the spiraling waters. “Do you really think so?” she tilts her cranium slightly to the side, curious gray hues reaching his carmine flecked ones. It was a first for Anastasia. Of course, many others were aware of and acknowledged her name. But Noctis was the first to look greater into her title, as well as comment on it. A gentle smile caressed her kissers. Molten steel spheres study Noctis’ hues intensely as he recollects his past to her. The shadowed male recounts the details surrounding his home pack. Anastasia’s own past called her now; demanding for her to return to it. It began to haunt her corrupted cranium as the cloaked male mentioned his own. “I’m a foreigner to these lands as well,” she admits hushedly, “My home lands were flat, however, and barren. Survival was difficult..,” her voice edges away for a moment, as if the femme considers her next phrase, “Only the strongest could thrive. The weak were not welcome.” Anastasia had been definitely strong, the small muscles that flexed and tensed beneath her thick robes were very well proof of this; but her small stature caused her familiars to consider her as the opposite. She was smaller than the others. Small meant frail… right? “What a wonderful idea that is, to be impenetrable,” she broke her gaze to scan back over the choppy water, and then she looked back to the male. “Tell me, Noctis. What brings you here?” She inquired, her voice seemingly small as she did so. Anastasia, of course, didn’t want to appear to be prying; but she was curious. And she had learned from her encounter with Lupin that if you didn’t ask questions, you would never get answers. CORRUPTING ALL THAT I AM OOC    |
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