Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.


the key to my heart is no key at all [ SUMMER ]

Days had passed since Amalthea had left the borders. After her little deal at the borders had been experienced by a neighboring pack, Amalthea had taken to hiding. She didn’t even bring rabbits. In fact, she barely ate, herself. She kept herself out of the way of any other vargs that might be patrolling the borders, and she stayed in a makeshift den that was just a hollowed out, enormous log. She kept quiet, did not disturb others, and counted her blessings. Amalthea was still terrified of everything that had happened to her in the past month. She had run from her forest even though she much rather would have died along with every unlucky creature that had gotten stuck in the flames. And even worse, she knew nothing of the outcome for her sibling, darling Yona. She traveled and ran from those who hunted her, knowing who and what she really was. And then she’d frightened herself into pain and had been helped by someone who knew nothing of her. Someone who she now trusted and watched out for despite him not knowing. Though she would have asked if there was anything wrong, Thea was not the confrontational type. She was one who slunk back into the shadows and stayed to her gossamer thoughts. Beautiful, mythical, untouchable. The horn of a unicorn.

For the first time in two days, the femme slid from her hiding place and stepped into the dancing spots of sunlight. She lifted her head and raised her body, curling her tassel in ecstasy at the feeling of life around her. Summer was her favorite season. Spring her second favorite. She loved the thriving energy, coursing all around her. The fae inhaled deeply, letting the air out slowly so that she could savor the moments that laced themselves between each heartbeat. But revisiting Yona earlier grabbed a hold of the creature’s emotions, pulling her around herself and wrapping her in grief. Her body became drawn in once more, her freedom taken right from underneath her. The energy pouring around her no longer entertained her liveliness. For what if Yona were not part of this earth’s breathing energy any longer? The girls were siblings in a sense that they had been raised together, creatures of the same breed often flocked together in order to keep themselves alive. Their unique blood that coursed through their bodies showed in both the girls’ eyes. Lavender pigmentation under lashes of onyx. But while Amalthea was unstained and had a pearl finish, Yona was a beautiful crimson—that of the dawn. She was eye catching. A jewel to be obtained by pirates who sought out the rarest treasures. Amalthea closed her eyes tight, wishing away the thoughts. She wished she had not gone. She wished she had not stumbled. She wished she were not in this pack. She wished she were home. Home where things were safe and where others did not approach her or threaten her livelihood. Hidden.

lady amalthea
darling femme x young adult x pearl finish x lilac dreamers x without home x without love


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