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

The Hearts Keep Breaking

Just as unexpected sleep was creeping up on the young lass, another predator, far more dangerous, was as well. Velvety lyrics rose above the cutting silence of the night and jostled Carmilla from her near nap. Confused, vermilion eyes snapped back open and ebony hackles rose as they hadn't in so long. The voice was chilling and yet oh so warm. Every hair on her body stood at attention. But was this presence she felt dangerous or welcoming? She couldn't tell. Had this wolf spotted her yet, where she lay blending into her pitch black surroundings? She didn't know the answer to that either.

Not until the voice echoed again, just a ghost of a whisper, this time directly behind her, did she realize that she had been noticed and approached. Realizing she had no reason to truly be afraid, she was raised a huntress after all, she slowly turned her body around rolling over to get a better look at whom she'd be dealing with. Her findings were enough to make her breath hitch. The she-wolf standing before her was a sight for sore eyes. Her coat was stark white and the markings on her face were like none she had ever seen before and just beautiful. Her figure was well trained and her posture conveyed the same message as her silky, seductive voice. The real kicker, though, was the recently blood-stained muzzle she sported so proudly. The unmistakable mark of her own kind. This stranger was a true femme fatale.

Carm remained still for a few more moments in awe of her midnight companion. The sudden fondness she felt scared her. She was overwhelmed, but it was a feeling she welcomed as an opportunity. Her mother always told her she'd go to hell for her beliefs, and she always replied that she'd welcome the change of scenery and monarch. But could it be? Was her mother right? Was this lovely lady sent by the devil in exchange for her soul? Gently she rose to her feet, her motions effortless and fluid. She had to find out. It only took a step or two to stand before the ivory ess and gaze into her mismatched orbs. One of her eyes was almost the same shade of red as Carmilla's own. Her grin grew wider the longer she was in the presence of this mysterious girl. She wanted to know so many things at once, but settled for the question that plagued her the most.

My dear, what was that you sang?

She purred as she stepped a bit closer, her voice deep and tone inquisitive. Carm didn't know if the tune had a name, or if it's lyrics were simply made up on the spot as the pearly succubus traveled along, but she yearned to know more. Hear more. She had a feeling the new melody would become her favorite song.


And The Heads Just Roll

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


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