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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GRAVEYARD SOULS
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Her happiness couldn't be contained in words, she was grinning ear to ear. Her tail gently hitting the ground as she was sitting on her rump. If it weren't for this man before her keeping her calm, she surely would have lost her mind along with her sense of direction in all the panic. "Well, Dream Drop, it's nice to know your name. So, since you don't remember anything else, would you like me to take you around to see if you can remember anything else? I honestly don't know why I'm so focused on helping you but I am . ." The Goddess gave a soft giggle, lowering her head as she thought.

This boy seemed to have a new tie to her. One she'd like to explore further, seeing as he really had no clue who she was. He was quite the looker as well . . . Although love was not something she strived for at the moment, it would be nice to have him around. She always wanted a partner in crime - Though by the looks he kept giving her it seemed he was interested in her appearance. What did she even look like? She looked down at herself - Black pillars, a white fluffy tail with a black tip, and a white base coat. Her eyes, what color were her eyes? She rose to her feet and walked to a close puddle, looking into her reflection when she saw her face. Interesting. She had a strange black marking over her face and her ears were dipped in the same shade. Her orbs were icy blue. She looked to Alistair.

"I would love for you to show me around, but tell me. Am I pretty? I don't know how I feel about myself . . . I'm odd." She looked down at her reflection again. The marking, it was so . . . Odd. Like something she saw in a dream. Her past. She could vividly remember it on others. Her parents? She sighed and closed her orbs before sitting down on her rump once more. Her plume wrapped around her as she began to rack her brain.




"I can't see what's wrong with living for myself."





WE ARE NOT HOLY WE ARE GRAVEYARD SOULS

DREAM DROP

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