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 January 21, 2016 at 01:44:08 AM by Rakasa
I have the tendency of getting very physical So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle Rakasa's brows rose in disbelief as the she-wolf dropped to the ground at his words. Her stark white frame now coated in the ash left behind by the fire that had pillaged half of the fields. She seemed to be blatantly making a point of his words being inaccurate, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected antics. He was impressed by her impulsiveness, and yet still a bit confused as to why she felt the need to throw herself to the ground when she could just as well tell him that he was wrong. Actions do speak louder than words. She certainly got my attention. Rak mused with a smirk. This chance encounter was already surpassing his expectations. As he caught up to the femme she promptly stood and turned to meet him, and once again Rakasa found himself impressed by her. She was taller than any other female he had met on his journeys, but was still so fit and pretty. Her size did nothing to hinder her beauty. In fact, he found her more appealing as he was rather large himself and had never found a suitable partner proportionate to his own sheer size. He was, apparently, not the only one to be observing so closely though. They were shamelessly sizing each other up. As his gaze moved to meet his companion's, her own eyes were already raking along his form appreciatively. At least he thought so, until those same warm eyes rolled in their sockets and she fixed her stare on his. Rak's ears pinned back for a moment, why is she backing out? I swear she was into it before, and then she spoke. Her voice like nothing he had ever heard. Soft, but commanding. And the way she spoke, in rhyme and rhythm. The cadence was one that immediately grabbed his attention and held it until she finished her speech. He couldn't tune her out, he needed to know what she'd say next. He knew right then that she was not a wolf to be messed with. Usually he wouldn't care, he was never one to care about the feelings of others, but something in his chaotic mind knew that she would be a worthy opponent should it come to a fight. For all his shortcomings, Rak did have a rather keen sense of self-preservation and thus decided to act the perfect gentleman for the time being. If only to save his own ass in the future. No matter how poetically she spoke, nor how much she drew him in with her appearance, he had to remain in control. I apologize for my apparent blindness, my dear. I couldn't tell your worth and ability from so far behind. I see now how strong you must be, and intelligent too if your speech is anything to judge by. I too, was raised in the art of war. We are kindred spirits, as it may appear. They call me Rakasa. It means monster. Who might you be? Does it thrill? Does it sting when you feel what I bring? Does it kill? Does it burn? Is it painful to learn that it's me that has all the control? |
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- Find Me In the Darkness - By Athene January 22, 2016 at 12:47:22 PM
So Condescending, Unnecessarily Critical - By Rakasa February 9, 2016 at 01:33:38 AM
find me in the darkness - By Athene March 2, 2016 at 01:07:13 PM
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