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 March 12, 2018 at 04:43:45 PM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
Magic seemed to pin each paw to the earth and all vocalization in her throat as the Vampire princess stared hopelessly at him. Magnetized by curiosity and addicted to the sight of that swirling palette of chromatic values that varnished his young frame. Diosa could not prevail against the instinct. The urge was unlike all others she had ever had, so ingrained in the formula of her breed that she could not overpower it. But distinct from all other conflictions she had ever faced before, Diosa did not want to fight it. There was no cold aching hunger or dark shadow that caped her heart when she starred at the Arcus Irae. Instead there was a soft throbbing warmth, that at this distance was tempting – drawing her like a moth to a flame. The closer she stepped the hotter her desire burned, the harder it became to fight away that singular instinct that still remained so indistinct. There was no word for the feeling that the sight of him brought over her. All that she thought she had known of herself was lost, she was only here with him; the nameless yet indescribably beautiful boy who she yearned to touch. To feel the softness of those feathery light colorations and the decorative paintings that canvassed him. A glimmer of her lamps against his pelt showed her just how close she was. Tentative muscles stretched forward until her cool nares pressed against the golden ringlet that pooled around his neck. At once that taught rope around her vocals let loose and she felt sounds start to gurgle in her throat, slowly transforming into words. Concern and cautionary words loosed into the air, barely whispers on the wind between their two bodies. There was palpable emotions vibrating through the air, emanating from the poor babe who cowered under her. There was his primary instinct to fear her and then beneath the unbearable weight of that there was questioning. And in his credit he could only really think to what stories he had heard of her kind. There was no fairytale Vampire story, all of them were memoirs to the darkness that imbued their bodies and the poisonous touch they were capable of inflicting. And for that alone, Diosa could not blame the babe for looking around her limbs for an escape route, but even without knowledgeable intention she had set herself up to block any possible entry. The princess did not have lethal nor foul intent for this boy, instead that hidden childish instinct she retained had surfaced and blossomed. Not just singularly, but as if the entirety of Spring blossoms had exploded within her chest, leaving only an oddly undeniable urge to stay with him and to make sure that he was okay. No harm would come to him, so long as she stayed with him. It was just so odd. All of the negative and sour thoughts that had been pestering her had dissipated into thin air. She was left feeling as light as air and inexplicably joyous. Diosa had never felt so at peace with herself in the entirety of her young life. Soft cocoa lids blinked at the sound of soft, almost whimpering vocals,I…I’m okay. Diosa pulled back only slightly, her lampent rubies looking into mismatched globes fearfully watching her. The young princess felt as if her heart was being tugged at, telling her this wasn’t right, he was blatantly fearful of her, but she intended him no harm… Please don’t be scared… I’m not like them, I mean yes I am one of them… but I’m not like them! She spoke quickly and with a pleading tone. I know you can’t take my word for it, but I mean you no harm. It was an accident running into you, I’m sorry I was just trying to get away from home for a bit. Diosa left out the whole part, of being Vampire Queen’s daughter, Heiress to the pack, the whole bit and half of her crazy life. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you or anything right? It’s getting dark though, you shouldn’t be out here… There are others like me, who aren’t so forgiving… are you lost? I can help you get back to where you need to go, make sure no one else gets to you. the words and questions poured out of her mouth, continuous. She pulled her jaw shut, forcing herself to shut up. Her pools had been glancing around nervously as she spoke, but she pulled them back to the boy, trying to focus her mind that was currently running at a million miles an hour. Oh lord, where are my manners… jeez, I’m sorry, my name is Diosa. What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking? Diosa’s lipped turned up in a smile, and her tail wagged ever so slightly. It was as if looking him gave her this infectious sense of happiness, it released her from the trepidation and ceaseless agony of living trapped in her own mind at the mercy of the darker instincts that haunted her. The only true remnant of that instinct now was her inability to let him go, though she had just told him that she would return him home. In her mind she knew she could not hoard him away, but every piece of her body screamed to keep him there. He was so beautiful in the most chaotic blend of the most unnatural colors that could canvas the earth. Tones and hues so vibrant she had no words to describe him. a bittersweet abyss
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