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.


Love Will Have Its Sacrifices {Harlequin}

The Hearts Keep Breaking

Midnight was Carmilla's favorite time to be awake. The unsettling atmosphere of night made her feel alive. Innumerable stars shinning in stark contrast to an inky darkness that could swallow the world whole, the pitch black canvas that surrounded her, the paranoia inducing silence... The first time she had ventured out at such an hour every hair on her lithe body stood on edge. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears as her blood coursed around her vigil body post haste. Now she eagerly welcomed the cool arms of the breeze that wrapped her in comfort each night. She reveled in the soft darkness, the quiet that let her finally think. During the day, among the hustle and bustle, she could hardly hear her own thoughts. It was suffocating. She preferred to sleep the day away and crawl the earth under cover of darkness - just like every other monster.

There were only two things in the world that had the same heart-racing effect on the ebony duchess at the height of night; her overbearing mother, and the occasional encounter with a pretty she-wolf. Nothing made her feel quite as alive as catching a quick glimpse of a fair maiden. Unfortunately, there had yet to be many femme's to share the sentiment. Most girls her age were perfectly normal and rabid for a man's touch. Exactly what her mother wanted her to be. But she could not be what her mother desired, she had already given into her own cravings for soft flesh and sweet kisses. She had already given herself away to the devil. Sold her soul for a chance that someday she could, too, have a moment in the embrace of her own true love. Her very feminine true love. Perhaps even here, where she lay now, cloaked in darkness.

Yes, midnight was most definitely Carm's favorite time of day. And this was her favorite spot. Laying in the wake of destruction, just feet from untouched beauty. A humbling place to rest. A reminder that no matter how immortal you feel, nor how vital or important or irreplaceable - no one is indestructible. And furthermore, no matter how destroyed you may feel at the end of the day, there is always life left in you to live. Always beauty from pain.

Carmilla couldn't help but be engulfed by her philosophical thoughts as she lay, unladylike, sprawled out upon the ashen ground. She also couldn't help but think of the disapproving look and snark her mother would give if she were to see her now, lounging like this, but couldn't find it in herself to care when her fiery orbs rested upon the sky above her. She was amazed. Struck by how small and insignificant she truly was. And suddenly her mother didn't matter. The seemingly permanent tinge of blood on her taste buds didn't matter. The dull, ever-present ache of her heart didn't matter. Her mind was simply free to wander to a world far, far from her own.

And The Heads Just Roll

/ Carmilla / Young Lady / Mate / Offspring / Pack / Rank /


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