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: 65.29.75.36
Posted on March 20, 2019 at 06:31:52 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ She opened her eyes, her lids parting but not because she was waking from a deep and comfortable slumber as most wolves would have. It was, after all, in the middle of the night, and normal wolves slept then and hunted during the day, when their prey was also awake. But she was a vampire, a creature of the night. Although she could be awake during the daytime, it did not do her much good. She could not leave their den lest she succumb to first a painful unconsciousness and then secondly a likely death (that was one experiment that she had no desire to play around with), and the only other carnivores that inhabited her den were her family members, which were strictly off limits for her in terms of feeding. She feared far too much the idea of Grey Wind dying from her bite, although he often offered. Thus far, he had been fine, but she did not want to risk her luck changing, at least not until her ongoing experiments proved successful enough to find a plant that could prevent death or the transformation into a vampire, if there was one that existed. No, she had no need nor reason to be awake during the day, it was a waste of time. But the night… that was when she flourished – she had retrained both her mate and her pups to live as she did, creating nocturnal beings out of naturally diurnal ones. Only… only she had not seen any of her family members recently. She had avoided their den ever since she and Grey Wind had fought, since he had accused her of being at fault for the death of their daughter. And since then? She had been a vicious sultry spitfire. Before their pups had been born, Macaria had been, for lack of a better word, promiscuous. Though she was in love with Grey Wind and loyal to only him, her true nature which had been amplified by her transformation into the vampires she was now, gave her an insatiable hunger both for sex and blood. All too often, she intertwined the two, and she was apt to eat those she fucked. In order to never have a slip up and risk chowing down on her mate, she had gotten around, earning her the nickname of Black Widow. But the birth of her pups had had a calming effect of her – it had soothed her, calmed her hunger. But Grey Wind’s brutal betrayal of her had wounded her down to her very core, darkening her soul once more, and ever since she had been eating her way across Blossom Forest like she was a gourmet chef working as an agent for Michelin. She tasted a bit of everything – males, females, old, young, alive, dead, willing, terrified. There was not much that she had not eaten… or tasted in the more carnal definition of the word. She was proud and stubborn – two things that would not change no matter what else went on in the world. And it prevented her from going back to their shared den. Sure, her base was still Uyaraut – she still had her loyalty to Kershov, the betrayal had not been his. But Grey Wind would not be able to find her nor track her down. It was one of the few upsides to being a vampire – she had no scent for him to trace. No, if he wanted to find her, he would have to call for her. He would have to swallow his own pride and admit the mistake. But the days had passed. Weeks had passed. And she wondered if this was the beginning of the end for their relationship. Sorrow set in and she ate herself past the point of satiety until she had completely gorged herself. And, of course, as fate would have it, with blood pouring down her chin, the blood rage still alive and well within her, that was the precise moment his call came through. Macaria laughed mirthlessly and looked down the corpse at her paws, whose blood she had spilled. Blood spatter was sprayed across her chest from when she had ripped out its carotid artery, her paws were drenched. A reasonable wolf would have cleaned themselves off first before answer, but she was currently anything but reasonable. By the time she reached Grey Wind, the blood upon her was still wet with the occasional droplet plopping down onto the ground. She leapt in front of him and snarled – anything except for calm and quiet. Her paw reached out and she swiped at him, not to hit him but to show her continued ire. “Call for me to complain once again about my vampirism? Because this is me in all my glory, Grey Wind. I have never once claimed to be something that I wasn’t.” WC: 811 _________________________________________ ||Macaria||Uyaraut Adlartok||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| |
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- Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind July 1, 2019 at 00:17:21 AM
black.widow.spider - By Macaria July 16, 2019 at 11:11:33 AM
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