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.


It's all for you {open}

There is a beast in every man......mine is stirring...

Long strides pulled his body across the earth, away from Aurora Borealis and toward the no-man lands. Places where all wolves were welcome and that no one could claim. It was there that he was to find freedom from his mind, where he could let his minuscule facade slip away and expose the monster beneath. As of yet he had told no outright lies, but instead only sinned due to lies of omission. He had come to Aurora Borealis to tell Kalgalath of his father's death... But on orders from Imhotep, who had always desired to take over control of Kal's father's lands. Imhotep was an evil brute, a conqueror of lands, territories, and loner wolves, but Kal's father had always beat him whenever they came together in battle. So when he had died... Naturally Imhotep had wanted to take the pack, take the lands... And to ensure those goals he needed to make sure that either Kalgalath had no plans to return... Or that his decision was forced. Jorah's role in all of this?


He was to become trusted, to learn all that he might... And figure out Kalgalath's plan. If Kal had no want for his father's lands, then Jorah would leave, and leave him alone. But if Kalgalath wanted to return... Then Jorah's job was to kill him. It was to be swift, to look like an accident so that there would be no blow back. Not that there was likely to be any blow back in such an event, as Jorah and Imhotep were not well known or rather not known at all in this part of the world. None of the lands here had been conquered by the monster that Jorah was loyal to... At least not yet...

When at last Jorah ceased his motions, he found himself in a split field... Half dead, half alive. Not knowing how else to react... He began to laugh a deep chesty laugh that did not echo at all due to the flatness of the land. At that moment for the first time in years... Jorah felt completely and utterly alone.

...and should I ever slay you......your eyes shall be open


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