Wild Cherry Orchard Act like an imbecile

we can dance if we want to

We can leave your friends behind

Prance, prance, prance. All four of his black socked paws lifted into the air as he leapt through the snow covered orchard heading nowhere in particular. He literally just woke up that morning with a urge to jump around like a giddy fool. It was disappointing that there was no cherries this time of year, Weldering enjoyed a good sugar rush. The outcome usually meant that he was far worse and far more of an imbecile then he was at that precised moment hopping around in the snow. A scattered path of pawprints in an unusual pattern was left in his wake. Every so often glancing back to see what it looked like before springing forward yet again humming lightly to himself.

His prancing to nowhere was however leading him somewhere, moving closer toward a large leafless tree at the edge of the orchard. it was distanced away from the rest, far more of a landmark as it rested on the top of a small hill. Grinning aimlessly Weldering waltz over more interested with the small snowy incline with something else now on his mind as he looked down.

'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine

(This post was last modified: Jan 26, 2011, 11:49 PM by Weldering.)

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A wandering urge pulled at her nerves. She wanted to know Relic Lore better she had to start somewhere. She knew north of the mountain, but south was uncharted territory to the she-wolf. Taking leave in the morning, she taken a trail down the mountainside, climbing down, down, down. Each step down, she looked upon the route. From the heigth of the hill she saw the open orchard. The trees were spread out, and different from the wildwood. Investigating, she felt right in her choice and contiued till the ground no longer slanted. She glimsped at the wood of these trees, it was dark, and red. Some of the trees had dead leaves clinging to their branches, others frozen berries the birds had not picked out. There was plenty of food to be found for them, when they were in bloom no doubt. With head titled back, she strolled at a medium pace, enjoying the open sky. A scent of the mountain teased her nostrils, and she stopped daydreaming looking around. She saw a set of tracks, and was absorbed in finding the owner. The tracks did not head in a straight line, they veered, up, back, and around. She was a little confused as to why, but nose to ground she followed a silly sight in itself. The tracks took her further then she had wanted to go, but she would not have an unsolved mystery. LIke a bloodhound she only contiued further, when she looking up from the bridge of her nose a large, lone tree. It was completetly baren, a contrast against the smaller trees, rising above them. There the owner of the tracks was, a male she had met at a meeting. She perfectly recalled his markings, and him being the only other male knew his name was Welde. It sounded right. Jayse trotted closer, following behind him with curious eyes. "Um, you looking for something?" She called, wondering. lost your balance on a tight rope. lost your mind trying to get it back.

(This post was last modified: Feb 08, 2011, 07:19 AM by Jaysyek.)