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 May 24, 2013 at 07:18:23 AM by Tryst
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His ears went back at her words and she, in turn, rolled her eyes. Aw, was pretty boy not used to girls like her? Because if he was looking for a princess dressed in white, he was in the wrong place. This one was a hard ass rogue, and she'd continue behaving as such. No point in putting on a act for those she didn't actually need. Need to use, anyway. Unless he was the prince of some pack, then there really was no use for him. Still, he backed up and that filled her with some kind of fierce pride. Good. He'd got the hint that she wasn't to be messed with. "Mathew. Who the fuck are you? And why are you bleeding?" She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Not that it's any of your business, but I suppose you may call me Tryst. And there was an accident." She snapped sharply, slightly annoyed he had brought up the wounds. What did he think, that she was weak and needed his help? Or that she was week, and that he could take her down? He'd find neither where true if he pushed it. Turning back to her paws, which were once again bleeding from the quick aggressive movements, she growled softly. Well, fuck. Where they going to stop, or just keep going until she bleed to death? Annoyance, anger and fear now burned within the femme as she pressed them against the grass, hoping to still the flowing liquids. ||Tryst||Female||Teen ||Pupless||Packless||Mateless||PixieEclipse||  |
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