Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a:: [ cervidae ] IP: 174.233.5.139 Posted on November 7, 2017 at 03:04:03 PM by Athene
Trembling eyes wavered, and her vision swam so rapidly that nausea over took her. It was the taste of her own vomit that woke her, and her shades rose quickly in realization. The contents of her stomach were now sitting in her throat, her mouth, and on the ground in front of her. Her lungs screamed for a breath and Athene gagged, her tongue rolling in a wave al by the roof of her mouth, before forcing herself to her paws. Her head was aching, pounding, and was heavier than she was used to. A blinding pain was searing in her skull - its rhythm was slow but steady, and Athene braced her abdominals against it. Those same muscles cried out in retaliation, tired as they were from the previous retching. The shewolf‘s tongue went to work, sweeping out the cavernous confines of her mouth, and she spit out the rest of the debris that had sought to rest there. The taste of it nearly had her gagging again, but she resisted the urge. The timberess shook her head, and nearly found herself falling over, unbalanced. Her limbs struck out, landing upon the earth in a wide stance. Everything was in a blur, and her memories were shoddy at best. The warrioress took a deep breath and held it, her lids heavy over her eyes. Slowly, she counted back from ten. - ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one... The air held in her lungs was released at a measured pace, making a quiet whoosh, and she repeated the exercise two or three times until her heart rate has slowed to its normal tempo, until her world stopped spinning around her.
Athene was not used to being afraid of anything, especially not anything in the physical form. Yet here she was, completely set off by this, whatever this was. Athene raised one lid, and then the other. She try to remember exactly what had happened before she had been knocked unconscious. Everything seemed to swirl and spin… Everything seemed so uncertain. She remembered that she had come here, following a scent. But why that sent? Why that one, it had not meant anything and yet… It had meant everything. And that was when she remembered - the perfume was that of her old lover‘s daughter. When he had left her, he had taken his daughter with her. Athene had already grown attached to the far though, and had mourned her loss. Athene had gone by the rules of her people, and had sacrificed her own two pups, seeing as Pierce had already had his. Sabelle was meant to be Athene‘s. And then in the blink of an eye, both Athene’s lovr and her daughter figure were gone. Athene had assumed that she would never see either of them again… And yet here was a fresh scent, a fresh trail that had let her here.
Pools of swirling honey peered about, looking for a sign of the lass. Unsteady limbs carried her as she stumbled through the underbrush. She still felt off, unnerved. Something was moving through her veins, fueling her, that she had never felt before. It was alien, foreign, and absolutely unwanted… But until Athene knew what it was, she could do nothing about it. The bright flash of light flickered into her memory, and she wondered if perhaps there had been a meteor, earthquake, some other disaster. Perhaps they were toxic fumes released the head poison her… whatever it was, she was left to figure it out by herself. But all she could think about was finding the lost femme. The winter air stung her flesh, and she shook it off, nearly knocking herself to the ground. Her mouth was dry, and she wished desperately to clear it from the taste of vomit. Ahead, she saw the shimmer of a frozen stream, if it could even be called that. It was thin and likely shallow, and there was no guarantee that breaking through the ice would allow her access to any free flowing water… But it was worth a shot. The timberess edged toward it, with every intention of clawing her way through it… But then she stopped abruptly… In the frosted reflection in the mirror on the surface of the icy stream, she saw herself. Only upon her skull, two prongs stuck out. They could not be more than a few inches in length, but they were there… She had motherfucking antlers!
Athene swiped at her head, and with a resounding pop, she felt them get knocked loose. Where they had previously been planted ached slightly, but when she glanced down, she saw that they were definitely antlers. She shook her head, and was glad to find that she was no longer unbalanced. Questions whirled in her mind - why did she have antlers? Why did she no longer have antlers? How had they got in there? Was this some sort of sick prank, where another had figured out some sort of an adhesive to glue to her scalp the fallen remnants from a herbivore? But she was not to receive any answers… And so she set her sights on figuring out the only thing she had any chance of getting answers to - where was Sabelle? Her lids narrowed, and she swiped hard at the ice in frustration. Her claws shattered it, although the ice also fought back, its now shattered surface cut at her delicate pads. Athene swore under her breath, before carefully moving the pieces aside. She was relieved to find a trickle of water still moving, and her tongue greedily lapped it up. She spit it out a few times in order to flush out the rancid taste upon her tongue, but then drank from it. The water was cool and refreshing, and after a few mouthfuls she started off at a trot, ignoring all of the things that had now rocked her world - she had had antlers, the blinding light… She could not deal with any of that now. But she stopped abruptly, and awe and confusion and relief and even more confusion filled her to the brim as she had her sights laid upon the wolf that was in front of her - it was Sabelle… And she too had antlers. Replies: