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’.

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A gentle silence fell over the group as they stood there. And the fire forged Queen was finally beginning to feel the rush of fight or flight hormones. Her vision locked upon each of them taking in their variegated bodies. The subtle and obvious differences in build made each of them unique in their abilities, like Nimueh and her slimly built bodice. Her musculature was not as developed as most feas, but her mind was as sharp as a knife. For what they might have lacked they made it up in a different way and Dante was going to do her damndest to make sure that they survived to stand at her side if they won the pack or not. They were her family. And family meant everything to the Ethiopian Queen, blood or not.

And suddenly they were dispersing, separating at her words. Let’s go. The slim figure of her Iberian lover was flitting away from her grasp with the earthen warrior, Dakota. She watched only a few more seconds as they shimmied away into the tree tops before she took her final stance among the branches. Her violently swirled violet-storms watched with an alert and determined gaze as the wolves around her settled about. The bears lugging body sat at the front of a berry bush, it paws reached in and grabbed at the berries unknowing of the situation developing behind her.

A surge of adrenaline flooded the Ethiopian Queen’s system, the war had begun. Every muscle fiber and nerve was becoming hyperactive and her sense overactive. The subtle twitches and slightest sounds were like reverberations of a resounding, grandiose growl and yet the surroundings were hardly even making a sound. Save crack of a branch… Dante’s ear swiveled towards the sound, her eyes widened in horror as the bears paw swiped out at the ivory gladiator. Everything slowed in fractions of a second, each frame a snapshot of even the smallest movements and for whatever rhyme or reason the claw marks left across Rodan’s pelt were superficial. As the fiery feather woman looked over the ursidae she realized its pelt was interspersed with small fragments of hive and more than that the insects swarming her were not bees. It was wasps, which presented an advantage to the wolves, but also another danger. Their stings were likelier to aimed at any passing target and potentially more dangerous. Dante was no fool, whether they won Bright Moon or not these wolves would require medical attention. Her alliance fresh alliance with Aurora gave her the option to seek out their healer and if she became desperate she could try to seek out a healer from another pack.

Dante’s mind began to realize that this bear was not going to flee and their raucous was not going to help either. They needed to begin attacking, but she reeled in horror as a monstrous roar lept from its maw. If the mate of this female was near they would be in much more trouble than they had anticipated. More than Dante had anticipated… was she getting these wolves killed on her account of wanting to win this terra? And as she sat in the shadows the bear lunged forth blindly and in her path was Nimueh. So many emotions flooded and coursed through her veins as she watched the bears knives rip through musculature and flesh. Following that attack the bear lunged once more, but with teeth unveiled. Nimueh received a second attack that ripped away at her flesh. The Ethiopian Queen felt her rage building under tremendous pressure and she could contain it no longer. Dante let out an ear splitting scream as she rushed forth from the undergrowth. Her agile limbs propelled her figure straight for the lumbering beast, she was headed straight for the bear. Head on, but as she went in for her attack she changed trajectory in hopes of avoiding a swinging paw before she launched herself through the air. Her lithe figure was aimed for the gap between limbs to the soft underside. Like most creatures, was likely to have a soft belly and Dante was going to use this to her advantage. Should she make her mark Dante would rip her front claws into the flesh over the bear just beyond wear the ribs and sternum of the bear stop. With her momentum being thrown into her back paws she would allow it to swing her lower half up to the bear where she would latch her back claws and begin to savagely kick and dig into the soft skin ripping away at whatever she could.

Her escape would not be so easy, but she would not wait for the bear to try and remove her first. After inflicting what damage she could Dante let go thus letting her body fall a short distance to the ground and she would immediately roll out from under the bear and leap away to try an evade and defensive moves, but in a fight like this none of her hits were guaranteed. And should the bear have chosen to try and bat her from the air she would try to latch onto the paw of the bear instead hoping to inflict damage of any kind. And when she finally made her way from the bear’s fatal range she would release yet another howl, and in it a note of agony and pure rage.
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