At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on March 20, 2019 at 04:40:36 PM by ::Athene::
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Athene and Kershov were partners in all that they did, but that did not mean that they were inseparable. They were too similar to share all of their time together, especially because they fought with just as much passion as they consummated their relationship. They sparred with each other, constantly keeping each other on their toes, but for each bite and scratch and wound there was a kiss, a nuzzle, a caress. There had been a month or two when they had been unable to partake in the more aggressive aspects of their relationship – the fighting – due to her profound pregnancy and then due to her recovery after whelping, and the way that the pups stole all of her nutrition. Her beautiful coat had gone to ragged shreds, from shiny to dull, from full to torn apart. Part of that had been her own fault – she had of course pulled some out to line their den to provide comfort and warmth. After all, by the ocean even in the springtime there was often bitterly cold nights despite the fact that winter was gone and over. But the rest had been, of course, because of the way of nature. Mothers were tasked with the most important task of all – to bear in their womb the next generation, to bring them into this world, and then to care for them until they cared for themselves. Fathers were needed for their genetic DNA, but mothers bore the brunt of the responsibility, no matter the consequences on their own body. It did not matter that Athene was a warrior, that she had survived innumerable battles and wars – pregnancy still took a toll on her. But months had passed since then, and once again she was in her full glory. They were on the edge of winter cursing the land once more and she was ready – she had regained all of the weight, both fat and muscle, that she had previously lost, and her physique was up to par. And though she still sparred with her mate, she often was sparring her offspring. If it could be called sparring when she ended up sending them tumbling without them landing a single blow upon her. The deal that she and Kershov had come to when it came to the Trials was that they would be unnecessary, if and only if they were able of becoming masters in a single field. After all, that had been the entire purpose of the Trials – to keep their numbers low enough so that they would not become a cur upon the natural order of nature and in addition, ensure that only the most cunning would survive. Countless times, Athene had been the teacher for students sent to go through the Trials, but when she had sent her own pups into that battlefield, she had seen the flaw in the system for the first time. The Trials was a battle to the death, meaning that it leaned toward fighters winning ninety nine times out of one hundred. There had been no reason for her son to die… and maybe if she had not forced Sergei and Gwyneira to fight, Sergei and Gwyneira would have been able to fight Draven off together. Then she would have had both of them alive instead of neither of them alive. But she would still expect high goals to be achieved from her pups… and it was hard to accept that most of them would not be able to be fighters, but what was harder was that soon she would have to ship them out into the world to masters that she hardly knew. She and Kershov would need to find experts willing to help each of their pups realize their full potential. But before she could plan out the entire future of her pups, she heard a howl calling for Kershov. She snorted and then smiled snarkily. Word of her marriage to Kershov had been kept relatively quiet, and it obviously had not spread to the other packs yet, aside from Graes Waegholm. Siku had learned about the crown placed upon Athene’s head quite incidently when she had attended the meeting he had called at the border of Uyaraut and Athene had taken it upon herself to attend, proudly standing at Kershov’s side. This would be no different – she would never leave his side unattended when it came to anything important. She stayed low to the ground as she galloped across the hard land until it dropped off to a cliff face. Without skipping a stepping or slowing she leapt off the edge, knowing that there was a ledge she would land on. From there, she leapt from plateau to plateau until her paws landed on the shifting sands of the shore. Her snout raised up into the air, nares flaring as she tasted the perfumes it carried, and then she took off to the left, her paws leaping deep impressions in the wetted silt. The bodies became bigger as she neared them, and she skidded to a stop at her mates side, nuzzling him possessively before turning her attention on the wolf who had called to the King. Her smile turned to a grin as she waited for her mate to finish speaking, and then she moved forward to push her snout once into Aindreas’ shoulder before turning back to Kershov. “My liege, my love, my mate. Kershov, my King It is quite the interesting twist of fate that is here a fling. Find here this, one Aindreas, son of Kalgalath, of Aurora I shall introduce him to you in order to avoida faux pas. “He was younger when first we met, still a teen, angry at that A friend of my sister Hellene when she and I were in a spat. Now that Kalgalath and Hellene have left Blossom Forest proper I have a hunch that Aindreas has since become Dierne Hrof’s topper.” Her narrow eyes shifted back to the ivory panted titan, and she turned to face him once again. “But my mate’s question remains unanswered still Your eyes, always blue, have achieved quite the ethereal chill. Vampire I doubt based off of the look of disgust upon your face So to what then do you claim to be as your race? “Further than that, what reason do you have to be here It cannot be to find Hellene given she has been gone more than a year. Why then have you called to Uyaraut’s ruler, what should have been plural Far from your forest and your numerable streams’ gurgle?” WC 1098 |
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