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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Slowly time had seep away from the newly crowned Queen. Her consciousness had lost all sense of time. Summer’s eve slipped away time and time again as the days would slip into the cover of darkness and the then the night would be blinded by the daylight to start the whole process over again. And slowly but surely the pains of the bloodily christened battle began to fade into the earth once more. The stench of the ursidae was mostly faded from the nostrils of the residing pack members and even newcomers had a hard time scenting the beasts. The Ethiopian Queen was finally beginning to feel comfortable in her new home and the knowledge that 1) the bears would not return and 2) she actually had the ability to rule over the land. She had only welcomed forth one new member into the lands. The newcomer was truly only a babe seeking shelter and Dante hoped with all her heart that she could offer this pup the home and love she deserved. Puanani was a young soul. Untouched by the cruelties of life. She had seemed to suffer little in this and yet Dante knew that looks held nothing of what one could have suffered. She of all wolves ought to have known that. That was the basis of her character, was it not? She hid so deeply the things that had traumatized her that outwardly she seemed crystalline. The facets of her personality were seamless, blending flawlessly into the figurine she presented.

But at the slightest touch it could all shatter…

In a split second, a singular moment every part of her could come toppling down. Revealing the thinly veiled Queen and all the parts of her past she tried so desperately to hide away. So much so that not even the fire Queen’s darling sister knew of it, she hardly knew anything of the wolves they called their parents. And all because Dante had lost herself. She forgot what it had meant to be herself, a Seeker, and without warning the memories of her parents became distorted. For nights on end she would cry herself to sleep because she could not see their faces any longer. Her father and mother, King Cypresius and Queen Akela. She would cry out in anger, frustration, and pain. The thought of never being able to share these memories with her little sister Seraphina killed a little bit of her soul. Her little firebird deserved every bit and piece of information that Dante had withheld from her for so long, and in reality she needed to know. Not just for her sake, but for her older counterpart’s sanity. Dante needed her to know, for only then would she have finally laid to rest what her trade truly called her to do. The Seeker would finally find peace, in the knowledge that the one soul she cared about knew the truth.

And maybe then she could find love. A love like no other, if she could learn to love once more.

Slowly her thoughts turned over until they finally came to rest on the thought of Nimueh. The Iberian woman who had teased the Queen upon their first meeting. And somewhere within her breast Dante had felt the stirring of a fire, the flicker of a flame. A small passion was ignited and she hoped to pursue the light. For it might be her guide out of the darkness that she seemed to be mentally shrouded in. And with that in mind the young Queen found herself throwing back her crown and calling out to the sallow eyed woman, whose touch seemed to stir the embers of her heart.

Come to me… Kindle the embers of desire that beg to be stirred.
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