Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.


My heart yet pumps, the poison draught of you [roll to happen 4/25]

Tasks were assigned to each member, but then another arrived, one who was not new to the Queen, but instead knew her in some past capacity. But their goal had not changed, nor had their mission. They were to all work together soon, but not yet, for Dante had to first establish the safety of her younger sister. Though the pup had a large heart and wanted to help, she was seen to be only a hindrance... Whether or not Nimueh agreed with that did not matter. Not all usefulness came from strength of body, for look at the Iberian ess herself! Her body failed her even though her mind was sharp and bright. It was intelligence that was her greatest asset... So why then was this pup being left out from the plans? She could rustle up leaves to give the illusion of greater numbers, or could keep a watch out for other bears. She was small and would be able to hide from the bears easily... But the decision was Dante's and Dante's alone. Clearly, Seraphina was Dante's weakness, as Nimueh's body was her own. Perhaps it was the selfish need of Dante to continue the facade of impenetrable strength that forced her to make such a decision to hide her sister away. Perhaps she wanted to be seen as strong... But there was not a single varg that had ever been created upon the earth that was perfect. Each had their own individual strengths, but also their weaknesses. Only someone who fully accepted their entire being could ever proceed to their highest level of being. Time would tell if Dante's particular weakness would prove to strengthen her character or instead be her Achille's.

And so, as Dante exited the scene with her sister scruffed and carried in her maw, each varg trotted off to do whatever they needed to before starting the Ursine war. The plan was well set, with multiple parts in case one of the failed. Each was a fail safe, and only the impossible plausibility would allow each and every one of them to fail. The odds were realistically in their favor, and that was the way that nature worked, was it not, by playing the odds? But life was not fair, and there was always that chance, that small possibility, that they would fail. It was a risk that they would have to take in order to have a chance at succeeding. Only those who tried erred, and the way that Nimueh looked at it, they had a seventy, perhaps eighty percent chance of success, meaning that they had a twenty to thirty percent chance of failure. But if they did not try, their percent of success would be a meager zero... And surely it was all worth the risk?

But perhaps more realistic was the chance, nay, the high probability that one of them would get injured, perhaps even fatally so. They knew that this could happen, that this would happen... But who would it be? None of them, save for Dante and Saiorse, knew each other well enough to have tightly laid bonds. Would it matter if one, two, or even three of them died on this pursuit? Eventually, they would be forgotten by all the rest, their name all that would be left as one who fell so that Bright Moon would rise from the ashes anew, set aflame by the brightly burning fire that was the Queen. But if she was to fall, who would take her place? It was her mind, full of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, that had not only brought them together but led them, directed their actions. Were she to die, they would fall apart, they would all go their own separate ways. Dante was the glue that held together the daintily constructed picture that was this pack thus far. It was the keystone that held together the entirety of the bridge. And so there was an unsaid promise known among the gathered group - to protect Dante, even at the cost of their own life. For though she was a simple varg as they were, she was much more important than the rest.

Nimueh herself left from the lake and started heading in the general direction of the Bright Moon pack, but strayed from her path in order to search out a specific plant - peppermint. As said her mind was not only intelligent, but vastly so. She had spent her life learning herb lore not to heal, but to alter the plans of life. To poison those who were foes, to bear children in a barren womb... And in this time - to deter bees. Their plan was to throw something the bear loved - a hive full of honey - directly at it, angering it and distracting it when the bees attacked. Though it would be their honey that would draw the bees to the bear, surely there would be stray stings to the wolves as well, and in her delicate state that was something that simply would not do. Once she found the place, she chewed upon its leaves but did not eat them - no, instead she rolled on it, covering her entire pelt with its sweet stench, for there was nothing that bees hated more than peppermint. It would keep her safe from their stings, and hopefully redirect them toward the bear. Reaching out, she grabbed a fresh plant in her maw, willing to share it with her partner in crime - Dakota - so that his handsome, well muscled pelt would not be marred either.

Well perfumed hairs shifted gently as she moved from the forest and back to the trail, traveling for the hours needed in order to reach her goal, where she met Dante. Following her lead, she silently travelled past the boundary and followed her lead, sneaking through the brush without a word until the Ursa Major was in their sights. Nimueh nodded at her words and shifted into a different position. Swiftly, she bit down on the peppermint and rubbed it into Dakota's pelt if he let her, muzzle sweeping over him, nuzzling against his flesh, enjoying the feeling of contacted skin in this most inappropriate of times. A soft purr rumbled from her throat as she did so, and only when he was perfumed as she was did she drop the wilted herb and shifted her ivory gaze upward... And inhaled sharply. It was not a beehive that the bear was near, but a wasp's nest. The bear was not nearby to steal the bees honey, but out of coincidence. This boded both good and bad for the vargs - the wasps would be more vicious... But they would also be less choicey when it came to their victims. But with the other wolves in place, there was no way that she could let them know... Only Dakota was now her confidante. "We should each grab a side of the branch and rush it forward quickly. It will swing the branch to then throw the hive at the bear... But then we must retreat and hope that the bear is disoriented enough to run... For the wasps will be unrelenting in their attack. The peppermint will help to keep you, but will not guarantee your safety." She waited until she was sure that he understood her plan, and then waited another few minutes for good measure... And then rushed forward, leaping up to grab one side of the branch. Running forward, she felt the branch break beneath her teeth, and when she neared the bear she stopped in her tracks and released the branch, watching as the hive flew toward the bear. And it was then that she started back tracking...

Administrative notes:
On each overall attack, there is a 25% chance (1/4) that the bear runs, and if it doesn't run, there is a 25% chance (1/4) that its mate will show up. Each set will last 1 (ONE) week.

Attack's against the bear:
1: Miss
3: Hit, just annoyance
4,5: Hit, Mild damage
6: Hit, Serious damage

Bear's attacks (2 claw strikes, 1 bite) against a random, rolled wolf
1: Miss
2,3: Hit, mild damage
4: Hit, Moderate damage
5: Hit, broken bone
6: Hit, potentially fatal (needs immediate treatment, you're incapacitated)

One Betrayal Leads to Another Betrayal

My parents have gone My siblings have abandoned me My lover broke me I have no allegiance


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