Post by constance on Aug 12, 2006 4:00:02 GMT -5
But the love he longed coulnt be found that easily, now could it?
A brisk wind flowed in the valley, the grassy forest was full of life, deers, rats, exotic birds, who knows what else, it was the valley of love, were lonely wolfs came looking for love, that one howl that could get you love, was here, and thats were our story begins...
A loud howl, strong and proud echoed around the forest, it belonged to Leon, a strong, oaky wolf with a dark muzzle, paws and tip of tail who sat on a rock bye a tumbling waterfall, that was glistening in the Autumn morning peak of a sun, tumbling down a steep rocky cliff, icy cold, but refreshing to drink. He dipped his brown, fluffy muzzle into the water, icy but drinkable, he enjoyed it, but once he stopped, his ears twitched at the howl of a Fae, looking for a mate, as he was. He looked around and sniffed the air, and across the stream created bye the waterfall, stood a beautiful Fae, with white shimmering fur and a silvery pelt, with a silvery tip on her tail and a black floppy ear. It was Connie, she drank from the stream, and looked at Leon in a nice way that made him want to meet her.
Leon buffed up his courage and walked through the stream bye climbing over smooth rocks, his courage was to meet someone new, what he hadn't done since he was one years old, when he left home and met his very best friend, Chandler the python, who was bathing happily in a not so cold part of the stream. Connie sat and watched Leon come to wards her, she felt nervous but didn't show it. "Hello" said Leon nervously, he wasn't sure what to say, he not spoken to another wolf in three years. Connie however, had, but didn't seem to get along with them very well, she wasn't easy to get along with.
"Hello, what brings you to these parts?" she asked, obviously he was there for love but you never know, he could just be a wanderer, which he was, and she was. "Oh, I just thought Id come and look for a mate" he exclaimed, unaware Connie wasn't listening, but looking for something, or someone, "I have to go, sorry" she told him as she backed of up the stream to a rocky mountain, 'great, you scared her off' he thought to himself.
Connie let out a loud howl at something moving on the rocks, "aright aright I'm coming!" said a cockney voice, and one the same after, "god Con were just having a rest!". Out from the rocks flew to bald eagles, Bert and Ernie, her dearest companions, "sorry about that, if I didn't get them then, I would have to hunt them down next week on the way to a cave I found, I'm Connie bye the way" she said, lifting her amber eye away from the fighting birds, sitting back with Leon, "Leon" he said as Candler slithered up his back onto his head, Connie looked at him and her eyes widened at its hining scales, green and black he was a beauty, "nisssse to meet you Connie, I'm Chandler, sssssso, howsssssss it going with the birdsssss" he hissed, Connie rolled her eyes at them, "Bert, Ernie, come down here!" she shouted, and so they came and sat bye her side, "Bert
"Ernie" he they said, and they all began to chatter politely.
Connie looked at Leon's brown eyes that almost looked black, Leon looked at Connie's amber eyes, they looked like grassy plains in the summers sun. Once there eyes met, they felt weak in the knees and light as air.
could this be love? [/b]
A brisk wind flowed in the valley, the grassy forest was full of life, deers, rats, exotic birds, who knows what else, it was the valley of love, were lonely wolfs came looking for love, that one howl that could get you love, was here, and thats were our story begins...
A loud howl, strong and proud echoed around the forest, it belonged to Leon, a strong, oaky wolf with a dark muzzle, paws and tip of tail who sat on a rock bye a tumbling waterfall, that was glistening in the Autumn morning peak of a sun, tumbling down a steep rocky cliff, icy cold, but refreshing to drink. He dipped his brown, fluffy muzzle into the water, icy but drinkable, he enjoyed it, but once he stopped, his ears twitched at the howl of a Fae, looking for a mate, as he was. He looked around and sniffed the air, and across the stream created bye the waterfall, stood a beautiful Fae, with white shimmering fur and a silvery pelt, with a silvery tip on her tail and a black floppy ear. It was Connie, she drank from the stream, and looked at Leon in a nice way that made him want to meet her.
Leon buffed up his courage and walked through the stream bye climbing over smooth rocks, his courage was to meet someone new, what he hadn't done since he was one years old, when he left home and met his very best friend, Chandler the python, who was bathing happily in a not so cold part of the stream. Connie sat and watched Leon come to wards her, she felt nervous but didn't show it. "Hello" said Leon nervously, he wasn't sure what to say, he not spoken to another wolf in three years. Connie however, had, but didn't seem to get along with them very well, she wasn't easy to get along with.
"Hello, what brings you to these parts?" she asked, obviously he was there for love but you never know, he could just be a wanderer, which he was, and she was. "Oh, I just thought Id come and look for a mate" he exclaimed, unaware Connie wasn't listening, but looking for something, or someone, "I have to go, sorry" she told him as she backed of up the stream to a rocky mountain, 'great, you scared her off' he thought to himself.
Connie let out a loud howl at something moving on the rocks, "aright aright I'm coming!" said a cockney voice, and one the same after, "god Con were just having a rest!". Out from the rocks flew to bald eagles, Bert and Ernie, her dearest companions, "sorry about that, if I didn't get them then, I would have to hunt them down next week on the way to a cave I found, I'm Connie bye the way" she said, lifting her amber eye away from the fighting birds, sitting back with Leon, "Leon" he said as Candler slithered up his back onto his head, Connie looked at him and her eyes widened at its hining scales, green and black he was a beauty, "nisssse to meet you Connie, I'm Chandler, sssssso, howsssssss it going with the birdsssss" he hissed, Connie rolled her eyes at them, "Bert, Ernie, come down here!" she shouted, and so they came and sat bye her side, "Bert
"Ernie" he they said, and they all began to chatter politely.
Connie looked at Leon's brown eyes that almost looked black, Leon looked at Connie's amber eyes, they looked like grassy plains in the summers sun. Once there eyes met, they felt weak in the knees and light as air.
could this be love? [/b]
