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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such as this man-made destructive power Nike remained trapped beneath it’s heavy frame for only a few moments, but to her, it felt like ages. The time seemed to pass so slowly before it’s silhouette began to rise, unsteady appendages pushing it slowly from the femme’s delicate frame, as well as the frozen earth. Instead of saying a word to her, however, it maneuvered a few feet away, flimsily taking hold of a long deceased deer. The petite wolfess rose then, emerald jewels studying it as it devoured the aged meat. “If you’re hungry… I can get you something fresher.” A subtle frown caressed her kissers, but Nike retained her distance, not wanting to disturb the demon anymore than she already had. At last, the demon turned from it’s meal, now directing it’s attention back towards the monochrome femme. Why can't you just leave well enough alone. I don't want to keep living, what is so hard to understand about that? I am a monster. She shifted uneasily on her paws, a thin layer of snow and ice crunching with each of her anxious steps. “I do understand, but I can’t . . . just let you . . . die.” Nike’s sweet vocals wavered, emerald spheres looking to meet with those of the demon. A monster . . .? It seemed like no such thing.. All she saw was a varg that needed help. There was no time to argue this point, however; in the next second, the obsidian and ivory demon had crashed to the earth once again. Nike rushed to it’s side, a gentle breeze sending a ripple through their robes and a soft chill along the opposing varg. She was surprised at it’s following request. It’s tone was different now, it’s gentle hues reaching, searching, for her bright jewels. “If you insist on staying could you lay with me. I'm not making enough body heat to stay warm.” “Of course . . .” Nike speaks uneasily, however, desperate to help and heart wrenched, her curvaceous silhouette meets instantly with the hardened earth. Her frame slides gently along the demon’s, her muzzle snuggling against it’s shoulder and working its path to settle along it’s flank. Their similar coats merge, a collaboration of obsidian and ivory as her inked bodice encases and curls tightly around the demon’s larger one, Nike’s darkened crown perched along it’s frail silhouette. “Is this better?” Her voice comes out softly, a gentle and heartfelt whisper. It is a stranger to her, a varg who wished only for her departure immediately upon her arrival; but, strangely, she feels deeply about it’s wellbeing. The monochrome femme would do anything to make sure it was well . . . to change this wish of death that it obtained. young adult .x. queen .x. no heart .x. Crith-Thalmhainn |
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