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.
IP: 72.234.2.150
Posted on March 17, 2018 at 02:51:03 AM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
Rain drops dribbled down through a closed canopy of branches creating a symphony of watery sounds. There was the soft tinkling of droplets splashing into puddles or the steady rushing streams that swelled with each second more of the downpour. Each sound more unique than the last, but her favorite was the soft plink of beads against the waxy petals that drooped over her little abode. The tendrils of Spanish moss were sparkling with faint coatings of moisture and small watery beads and her wisteria was turning with the change of season. The glossy verdant leaves were slowly transforming to petals of gold that would filter out the daylight and cast a faint halo of Aurelian light upon the entrance of her den. Occasionally water would filter through the root ball and create small pools of water beneath them, and it had prompted the princess to do something about it so she didn’t have to sleep in a damp bed or worse, a flooded den. All the layers of needles and moss were removed, which had needed to be done anyways. The barren dirt floor was fairly dry beneath it, but to keep it that way she started to dig canals. Small, shallow aqueducts to channel the water should it rain any heavier than this and at the end she dug a narrow duct to flowed out and down the slope to her little tributary the surrounded the island. Small activities like this busied away a majority of the hours she spent alone. After the sun set below the tree line leaving Caidir bathed in the shadows, Diosa was able to go out once more. The showers had become nothing more than a faint mist that shrouded the terra. It left a mysterious aura about the whole place, her little castle on the hill was surrounded by the low lying fog. If some unsuspecting stranger was to stumble upon her home they would likely succumb to the boggish moat that surrounded it, which was expertly hidden beneath the vapors. Diosa needn’t leave the island though for she was able to pull the moss bedding from the decaying roots. She laid this out to dry, and knowing she could not replace the needles until it dried she figured she ought to occupy her time elsewhere. So the Vampire princess padded quietly away from her home, leaping silently over the trench disappearing into the borderlands of her pack. She stalked quietly along the border leaving her mark across the bark of the trees as she moved silently through. It was a mindless task, requiring no conscious thought from her she was able to drift through her thoughts aimlessly, although it was not long before it came to rest on a recurrent topic. Soft, resplendent colorations painted the backs of her lids each time she blinked. The soft, golden halo of fur that had draped around his neck and the vibrant emerald pillars that had taken the very first chance possible to run slowly formed the figure of her imagination. Amethyst and canary yellow orbs had looked upon her with nothing but fear and for good reason, for he could only assume her actions. That in those very last moments of his life, memory would have only served to recall her elongated ivory canines. Venom pooling into the tips glistening in the pale moonlight… the lampent reflection of her rubies against his fur, casting an eerily bloody glow – foretelling his demise… Only that’s not what happened. That reflective glow slowly faded away when she pulled her nares from his nape. She had pressed so gently into him, careful not to harm him. And her fangs as she later came to realize had never lengthened. There was no violent altercation, rather there had only been minimal conversation, if one could call it that. Diosa had pretty much let loose a downpour of questions concerning his well being, to which he merely squeaked out that he was okay. Somehow she had managed to get his name, Scamander, but then as soon as she had backed away from him, an excuse loosen from his jowls and he streaked away into the darkness. Diosa had merely sat there and eventually before dawn had made her way home. In the following months she had visited that same field, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he would have known better than to return there. He was probably being kept under the watchful eye of Vladimir, whoever that was. A reminiscent chill had shuttered over her spine at the mention of his name, so Diosa had safely assumed that he was a Tempest. The word made her shy away and her mouth go dry as the desert. She feared that title without having ever known the true rage of a Tempest and she prayed she never would. Diosa slowly pulled herself from her thoughts, not realizing where she had managed to walk to. Luminous gems looked studied the terra, revealing that she had managed to wander beyond her own borders and into Fir Chilis. Bogs had given way to needled ground and towering pines and coniferous flora. The evergreen depths and scents permeated the air, and that was when she caught it. A familiar scent conjured the vibrant hues behind her closed lids as she tasted the air trying to trace the perfume. She looked to the sky above, violet tinges and midnight azures painted the night sky and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was out right now. A surging sense of urgency filled her limbs because she knew that she was not the only one prowling during the night, and though there was no true way to know if anyone was after Scamander, she would not take that chance. And more than that, she felt the strings of her heart being pulled. The thought of him wiped away her worries; she only wanted to see him again. To be near him and feel the softness of his rainbow pelt. This feeling she had was not love, but it was a rather deep emotion she could not explain. It was part compulsion and the need to hoard him, but it was also that she wanted to keep him safe from other Vampires so that he needn’t know the horridness of her kind… The intensity of her orbs grew as she searched the undergrowth for him, and it was not long before she spotted the familiar palate of violets, gold, and verdant blends. His ears were tinted with a rich chartreuse coloration stark against his amethyst crown and gilded necklace. Diosa stepped silently stride for stride with him hidden amongst the undergrowth, admiring from afar. She was scared to say anything, to disturb his peaceful walk… Scamander…? Her voice echoed softly in the air, her figure seeming to materialize out of the shadows beside him, I thought you would have learned not to take walks at night. She teased him lightly, a soft laugh rumbling in her chest. a bittersweet abyss
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- Nothing that Occurs in Nature can be Unnatural - By Scamander March 18, 2018 at 07:08:49 PM
Lullaby of the Crucified - By Diosa June 3, 2018 at 06:23:30 PM
Nothing that Occurs in Nature can be Unnatural - By Scamander June 27, 2018 at 00:55:55 AM
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