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.


So Condescending, Unnecessarily Critical

I have the tendency of getting very physical

So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle

Rakasa was more and more interested by the female before him the longer he stood in her presence. She was witty and intelligent, and he found her quite attractive beneath the coating of ash she sported. The charred ground seemed to only accentuate, rather than hinder, her inner beauty - and madness. She was a she-devil for sure. True, her poetic speech was something to admire, but even more impressive was her agile movements. In a matter of moments and a few short words Athene had turned on a dime and sprinted off. Her stride long and sure. Every step was calculated and chosen for a reason. Her words resonated with Rak for a few more moments before finally sinking in. As her speech made its intended impact the large demon gave chase.

Large paws pattered against the ashen ground as Rakasa galloped after the sprinting femme. She was quick, almost too quick for him, and he could clearly tell she was holding back. Rakasa did his best to hide his raising brows. He was impressed - and he could hardly remember the last time he had felt such an emotion. Rakasa charged on, legs pumping strong and graceful below him. He held his head high as he ran after the girl, keeping his eyes out of range of flying debris she kicked up behind her in her haste.

As the ebony brute began to catch up with his target he noticed she wasn't going to give just yet. Was he supposed to stop her with force? What a sadistic little lady.. Rak huffed inwardly with a smirk. She wanted some action and he was more than willing to give it to her. For where Athene was swift, he was rough. They were both tactical though, and he'd need more than his brute strength to pull her down.

Rakasa's silver and golden eyes lit up in anticipation when he began gaining on the she-wolf, and he was nearly vibrating with excitement as he found himself close enough that his breath puffed around her flank. A quick snap of his jaws to her back ankle was attempted. He didn't want to seriously damage her, but he couldn't quite be gentle. She could surely handle the heat. Waiting to see if she'd trip of stumble, Rakasa planned his next attack. Should she stay upright he'd nip at her soft underbelly and throw himself at her shoulder. With any luck he'd be able to get his mouth on her scruff and drag her down with him.

{Rakasa} :: {Brute} :: {Adult} :: {Chained to None} :: {No Spawn} :: {No Allies}

Does it thrill?
Does it sting when you feel what I bring?
Does it kill? Does it burn?
Is it painful to learn that it's me that has all the control?


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