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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WITH HEAVEN ABOVE YOU;

If you wanted to set me free, why the fuck wouldn't you say something? Darkness was all she could see, numbness was all she could feel. Was this death? She felt hollow. Mother, father, I love you so . . . Her last words before she began to run, but now she felt those memories fading away from her very grasps. Her name, gone. Her family, gone. Where was home? What the fuck is this home? Everything was going cold. Where was she? Who was she? Why couldn't she remember? She looked almost lifeless, her white bodice sprawled out. Black audits were flattened against her head and stocking limbs laying in front of her as she was on her side. Her black tipped plume was gently over her one hind leg, her mask was her only clue to herself yet she didn't know.

A nudge came from something in the real world, waking her from her dreamless sleep. "Wake up, I don't think that this field is the best to sleep in, darling." her arctic orbs opened widely as she quickly rose to her feet, jumping back. Her orbs showed how startled she was, her snowy hackles rose from her spine though she didn't dare snap at him. Arctics looked around desperately to find a sign of what was going on. "Who are you? Where am I?" She asked, her tone scared as she sunk back. "Who am I . . .?" She whispered. Her plume poofing out as her audits sunk back. Who was this stranger who woke her from her death?





"As I run through glass in the street . . ."





THERE'S HELL OVER ME!
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