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 February 7, 2018 at 10:27:54 PM by Athene
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Life was different now, or at least different than it had been since she had arrived with Hellene to Blossom Forest. Since they had come here, everything that Athene knew had gone sideways, or perhaps out the door altogether. She was used to one way, one speciality, one focus for each wolf, but here that was a rarity. Most inhabitants of Blossom Forest were experts of nothing, and dabblers in everything. They did not care who was the strongest or the smartest. Instead, everyone was allowed to do whatever they wanted, and even the weak were allowed to survive. It was an odd way of life, one that she had still not fully become accustomed to. And then there was the hierarchy systems - at least that she understood. Though they had not had a ranking system in her homeland, at least the hierarchy system here made up for the lack of specializations. Those who were experts were praised in the packs, and celebrated and rewarded with ranking. Or, at least that had been the way it was in Spring Grounds and Andere Seite… But seemingly not in Uyaraut. There, there was no rank other than Kershov’s, and every wolf was the same. But to digress, now that she had her two pups, everything had gone back to the way it had been in her original pack. She was their mentor - and she was leaning toward teaching them to focus as warriors of course. Their training had started early, and she knew that soon she would need to find other teachers for them - ones for healing, advising, and religiousness. She could teach them that of the warrior and that of a hunter - the two were very similar, although they had a few slightly different mindset. And to be completely honest, she had quite enjoyed her role - she had loved teaching again… That is until things got complicated. Today, she had woken up and found that her daughter, Gwyneira, was absent. It was not overly uncommon, nor odd - Gwyneira had taken to exploring by herself which was not a big deal at all - Athene had done so at her age. Gwyneira was turning out to be an extremely good student and always took things to the next level, trying to delve into the next lesson before she had even finished the one that she was on. And so, Athene had smiled, nuzzled her son Sergei, and left to find out her daughter. But she was surprised when her path led her out of Uyaraut and into the world. She had not been expecting that - after all, Athene had never brought them outside the pack before, not yet. She smiled again, but she could not make the smile stick - it faded and fell. Something was wrong… Athene picked up her pace and began a lope through the lands, taking her daughters stride four for one. And then, suddenly, they disappeared. There was another set of tracks, those of a large wolf, but there was no scent. And although she took it as a good sign that there was no blood… But she had no doubt now. Her daughter had been kidnapped by a vampire. The idea of a vampire was odd, given that she had only ever heard of them in myth and legend, but when Macaria had been turned into one, Athene had taken it upon herself to know and to learn everything she could about them. While Macaria was not an enemy to her or the pack… That was not to say that the others were not. And the most miraculous thing about the vampires was that they left no scent behind. Athene could feel panic creeping in, and she swallowed and pushed it down. She would follow the tracks, wherever they lead, at least the vampires were mortal enough to leave prints. And so she began to track up the coast of the river, and once, she stopped to take a sip of it. It was only right after dawn, but sleep was far from her mind. Even her hunger, she could suppressed, but not her thirst - if lack of anything would kill an animal, it was water, and she would not allow herself to get dehydrated. For she was sure that when she found her daughter, she would have to fight her kidnapper - something she was very much looking forward to. But as the minutes dragged on, she felt an odd sense coming over her, warming up her heart, and easing her of her fear. It did not make much sense, but she hated the way that it muddied her mind. Her focus on her daughter was fading, drifting away, as another scent entered her nares. The warrioress slowed her pace and looked at the tracks before her - those of Gwyneira’s kidnapper… They led across the river and then disappeared. But she turned and instead turned away from the river and toward the grassy plains. And just like that, something else came to the forefront of her mind - the cologne of a brute. Her neck swiveled as she heard the sound of another approaching her, and though she raised her hackles and narrowed her lids , she realized she could not be more excited about who was approaching her. |
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- I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good - By Padfoot February 11, 2018 at 07:25:41 PM
::B.e.l.l.a.d.o.n.n.a:: - By Athene February 19, 2018 at 03:26:23 AM
I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good - By Padfoot March 21, 2018 at 02:42:58 PM
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