Beauty Of The Snow

The fatal Madonna, Atlanta slunk gracefully across the icy land. A true beauty is what this wolf is. An olive and taupe coating, not to be resisted. A beauty rests on slender limbs, an icy blue rose's look has became a wolf's. As Atlanta moved across the territory, her taupe fur rippled with the icy wind that pelted it. The angelic wolf kept moving, knowing if she stopped she wouldn't be able to continue to face the ice coated breeze. Atlanta has a distinct scent, a strange one at that, seeming to smell like an Arctic rose. Keeping a naturally slow pace, the female was able to face the cold and continue. Gradually, the sublime wolf tired, not able to continue to go against the hard wind. The female stopped, she let her eyes dart across the scenery as the wind stopped blowing as hard. All there was to see was white, a blanket of snow had covered the land, nothing but white for miles. Atlanta's blue-lavender eyes landed on a glacier, towering almost 5 feet above the wolf's height. Atlanta shrugged as she trotted to the glacier, her Icy scent filling the air. As Atlanta reached the Glacier, she made a sharp turn to make her trek up it short and sweet. Once the female reached the top, she lowered herself, proposing her body to a lay upon the iced rock.

The tears broke free only because of the freezing snow, pummeling his face. My paws tired, and I sat down,exhausted. I lay down, snow staring to flood my warm fur with its freezing touch. The cold wind blew my desert cactus scent away in different directions. I payed there, for hours it seemed, alone and cold. He surrendered himself to sleep, breathing slowly. My body was now covered in snow, buried.

The female would ponder may things at this time, seeming to be in a trance. She sat still upon the rock, until she caught the scent of Cortez. The fatal Madonna sat up slowly, she let her eyes dart across the scenery until she caught the slightest sight of Cortez. The angel would now stand up, turning away from the edge of the rock. Atlanta would now let her paws hit the icy terrain as she slowly sunk toward the scent of Cortez. Her hips swayed, oh so alluring was this female, a true sublime female.

I never heard her coming. I was in a deep sleep, a spell. I tried to get up, but I was weak and tired. I lay there, waiting for an eternity. I whine slightly in my sleep, having a nightmare that Stefan killed Atlanta. I feel my mind whirl, dizzying me. My fur was plastered with pearly snow. I couldn't move, couldn't think correctly. All I saw was Atlanta's soft other worldly orbs and her arctic rose smell.

Reaching Cortez's body, which was covered in snow, whiapered in his ear: "Cortez, wake up, Cortez." Her voice other worldly as she whispered it. The fatal Madonna watched and waited for something to happen, her Arctic Rose smell entered the air. The refreshing scent seemed to illuminate her alluring beauty. The feminine Angel would sit, curling her tail around her body for warmth, she didn't mind the cold and all. Truly, Atlanta felt she loved Cortez, but she wasn't ready to admit it, because, it would be too soon to tell.

My eyes flickered, narrowed tiredly. I looked up to see a goddess, and I recognize her scent. I slowly rise to my paws, tiredly and weakly looking at her. I shook my thick fur of the ivory powder. I look at her with questioning eyes, one question only. Do you love me too? My fur shimmers with the movement of the northern lights. My gaze is locked hers, forever.

The female would narrow her taupe head to the ground, but she kept her eyes on the male. Without a word, the female stood up on her slender limbs, staring into Cortez's orbs. She shook her head slowly, sitting back down and once again hanging her head. Atlanta knew how alluring and beautiful she was, and how many males would be attracted to her. But, was any of it true? Was she just in a dream? That is impossible, or so they say. The fatal Madonna couldn't be resisted, how could she become this enchanting to anyone? All of the questions were beginning ti get confusing, not that they ever weren't. Atlanta began to deny her enchanting beauty; she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore. The enchantress began to deny that she loved Cortez, or even that Cortez loved her.

I sense her denial and confusion. I whine softly and then speak truly.My love, please listen to me. You must have many questions and you must be confused but I'm not. This coming from my jaws is no dream, I speak truly. I think you are the most beautiful female I have met in my life. Inside and out. You might have flaws but I will never care about them. I care about you. Nobody can deny my true and pure love for you. Your mi corazone. the last word meant heart. I stared deeply into her gaze, mine soft and reassuring.

Cortez. I'm not in the mood please leave us alone. my voice is tired and weak, full of sadness and loneliness. I stare at the female with pleading eyes. My tail and ears droop as I try to lead her away. I look at Atlanta, love filling my optics once again. My fur shone like fire under the colorful light and I enjoyed it. I notice Atlanta is a bit cold so I try to her by fluffing up my fur and sitting next to her.

I sigh deeply. I wasn't unloyal or stupid. I remember the rules clearly. You have to know the wolf much longer than this to be mates. I almost know other wolves know I wouldn't ever do that. I was loyal. I would never be jealous of Stefan either. Why would I be? I wrapped my tail around my paws, not used to the harsh cold. I didn't care about it much, cold didn't really phase me. The only thing that can hurt me is if you injure or kill my family or friends.

She lifted her head to look at Rain, then at Cortez. The female let out a sigh as she looked at Cortez, he seemed to calm her confusion. The wolf hadn't had a chance to talk to Cortez alone, not once, it seemed someone always came to check up on either one of them. Atlanta could feel the male's body warmth on hers. The fatal Madonna felt comfort with the male, she knew he was serious now, and this was not a dream. "Yes, I know," she would say under her breathe, her tone almost raspy.

I looked at her and smiled gently then nodding, I leapt through the snow like a flicker of fire. It didn't take long to find a snow shoe hate and I cleverly chased after it, soon grasping in in my powerful ivory canines. I leapt through the snow back to Atlanta, setting the still warm and lifeless body at her feet. I then sit beside her once more, my energy and body heat warming her. I smile at her my gaze gentle and calm. I felt like I was in a perfect world, but I knew it was real and I savored it.

Atlanta looked at the hare and then at Cortez. "I'm not hungry," she barked, it was a lie, but a good one, it really sounded convincing. She put her muzzle under the male's head and sat like that for a minute. The feminine angel would now turn her head away from Corez, a light grin appearing upon her maw. She looked back to the male, the grin slightly fading. The female let a slight frown cross her angelic fatures.

I looked and her smiled. When she put her head under mine I was scared then happy and calm. My fur whipped wildly in the wind, not only a flicker but a flame now. I grin, looking at Atlanta's beautiful gaze. My fur touched her, the body heat warming her. I put my head on top of hers gently, smiling. Te Amo. (I love you) the Spanish words rolled off his tongue while his orbs met hers. I would sit in the same posture, smiling and taking her scent in. When I actually see her frown, I cock my head with worried eyes, and my ears slightly lower. Atlanta, what's wrong? I bark gently.

The feminine angel heard Cortez's words. "Nothing -- nothing at all," She said with a seemingly nervous giggle. As she spoke, her voice broke slightly as she paused after saying the first nothing. Again, the fatal Madonna put her muzzle under the male's head, holding it there longer this time though. Atlanta lowered her body further to the white blanketed ground, turning her sit into a amazingly elegant lay. The female didn't speak again for the time being.

He ran his salmon tongue over her head slightly. He wondered why she was so secretive. He shook is fur then curled up in the snow, his tail laying gently over his nose. He would had named Atlanta, Alexandra(protector) or Aida(noble) but he still loved her name. His crimson fur brushed against hers, so softly it could send shivers down her spine. He flicked his large auds, alert for more pack mates eavesdropping. He smiles at the sight of Atlanta beside him.

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The silent and fiery ghost bounded off, his whole body shivering like mad. He was used to deserts, not the arctic. A disappeared, flickering out of the icy wilderness. I feel the snow fade away as we get farther and farther away. I stopped only for a moment, licking my fur the wrong way, warming my body. I told Atlanta to do the same, as I rotted toward her, sitting on my haunches. After she did I looked at her and nodded, my flaming fur not shadowed by the darkness as I led her toward camp.
~Cortez exit~

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