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.
Thunder Killer [Cerviad] IP: 68.62.100.132 Posted on November 12, 2017 at 03:55:44 AM by Hurricane of Mexico
Hurricane of Mexico’s eyes shoot open all at once, sharp light and color shock his vision in a rush of hazy shadows and intense burning. “what. the. fuck.” the massive midnight titan blinks slowly and looks around. The massive beam of light and trembling of the earth had ceased, and all that was left was silence, and piles of confused wolves. The massive beast grunts as he collects his bearings, ears flickering irritatedly as lightning optics flicker wildly, anxiously. a groan pulls itself from his shadow painted lips, and the massive brute scrambles to pull himself to his feet, heaving, once, twice, three times he staggers upward, legs trembling, muscles screaming.
The colossal beast wobbles forward on unsteady legs, unsure where he is going, what he is doing. Disoriented and alone the midnight warrior moves one pace at a time, heading hesitantly in the direction from which he came. Hurricane of Mexico was unsure what exactly had just happened, or how long he had been asleep, all he knew for sure was the incessant burning, the pull, the innate desire to follow whatever this was, had vanished. But Hurricane of Mexico himself, felt unchanged.
He stumbles toward the spot he left Losa in, however previously it had taken him several days to make the journey, and Hurricane of Mexico was running on empty with nothing to eat on what was bordering on weeks, his vision swam again as he staggered away. Trees towering above with bare branches, skeletons, intertwining, touching and scraping together as pretty, fragile snowflakes dance and swirl to the ground. Hurricane of mexico was suddenly aware of how cold it was, and he had left Losa, sleeping alone in the forest. Determination filled the massive hessian as he pushed on, braving the weather and his own imminent starvation aside and braved the oncoming snowstorm. Whatever had just happened here was irrelevant, Hurricane of Mexico had to get back to Losa. He had to get back to his life. Replies: