Once this place used to hold the yin and yang scenery of Blossom Field. Now, there are miles of winding tundra. To the north, this tundra is cruel and dry, with wisping weaves of tall grasses. The ground is cracked and cold, and it hardly is ever moistened by dearly desired rainfall. To the south, the tundra becomes more prosperous - meadows of flowers and herbs grace the ground. Part of this connects near Elebeam Weargtreow - however it is an impassible field of poppy, which will put any wolf trying to cross it into a deep slumber, and eventually die.

Those looking to hunt here will find mice, snakes, and rabbits, along with pronghorns, bison, and javalinas.


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Moonlight glinted off of the lithe giant that padded silently through the field. His blackened stilts faded into ash with each step that drew him deeper into the barren land. He did not seek out the wooded areas that begged to swallow him in darkness. He rather enjoyed moving about the open land like the lost soul he was. He was meant to wander the night and escape the presence of life. He wasn’t normal. He was from another land where everything was bigger, faster and stronger, including him. Standing at 40 inches tall it wasn’t hard to guess what he was—a maned wolf. But unlike the rest of his kind, he was not royalty. He was a commoner, more at home among the Arctic, Great Plains and European wolves that inhabited this land. But he had yet to run into one of them. His only company so far had been the fire crazed demoness, Satanica and he cared naught for her. Especially her pyromaniac tendencies and her need to have the flickering flames.

Horizon looked up towards the moon. It had begun to set back towards the skyline meaning the sun’s rays would once again scorch the earth. The kalak flicked his white tipped tail impatiently, where had the night gone! Had he really spent the entirety of the night wandering the ashen plains? Horizon sighed and sat down, his features set into a look of gloom while he waited for the sun rays to bring his flame pelt back to life.


Black shaded lids opened to reveal a chocolate and golden ember pair of eyes. Horizon sighed to himself, the sun sat high above his crown. He had decided to catch a bit of shut eye in the early morning hours that way, should anyone happen upon him he wouldn’t be in a foul mood. Horizon flicked his ears trying to catch the sounds of nearby creatures and was surprised to hear the shrieking and mumblings of voices nearby. He rose up on his stilts and shook out his ashen laden fur before continuing towards the sounds. His mismatched orbs caught sight of a tentative figure at the halfway mark of Blossom Field. The pups light fur stood out against the dark ash as she took small steps into the wasteland taking no notice of the bloody herculean. Laughter rumbled from his chest, she was too engrossed in the earth to notice his nearing presence. A smile curled Horizon’s lips up, he had a soft spot for pups. Any notion of his “dark” side disappeared as he watched the pup drift closer and closer.

“I’d watch where you’re going, little one.” Horizon’s deep voice rumbled into the silence that hung over the valley of ashes. Whether she took notice of him or not he didn’t really care, but the world was not forgiving to pups. That was something the brute had learned the hard way and he hoped that this little ess wouldn’t have to experience. She had a family just on the other side of the hill, but their obliviousness to her lack of presence concerned him. Horizon quieted his thoughts; he had no right to judge their parenting.


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