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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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It’s never the right time…

The plight of being so young was the plague of momentary blindness and deafness. One was left dumb to the world and the only guidance came from a mysterious figure that many would call their parents. The plurality of the word being a key part in the traditional upbringing up of a family, because what was a family without a mother, or in the snow angel’s case, a father? It was the stereotypical ‘broken’ home. A singular parent attempting to raise a proper household by themselves was obscene in the eyes of most wolves. By nature they were pack creatures. To be a loner was already standing on a precipice of death and the rearing of pups by oneself was a signed contract for your decease. But there was nothing to do about it if the parental figure had left without warning or notice, right? That’s what the petite babe tried to think, but it was hard to fight the natural instinct within her bodice. Sometimes during the night she would cry out for her father only to find the comfort of her mother’s touch. Felicity knew there was nothing to be done for their situation and she did not question her mother’s ideals. They were doing okay, weren’t they?

But maybe that really wasn’t the case…

From the moment the faerie could breathe of her own accord she was overwhelmed with sickness. Her fragile bodice racked with grandiose coughs and fevers that were probably worse than she gave them credit for. She did not want to be the ‘sick’ child, she wanted to be just a helpful and healthy as her brother, but it seemed to no avail. Each snippet of health she received was shattered within the day, by head splitting migraines. She would wail and whine in pain. Biting down bitter herbs her mother fed her seemed to do her no good but she attempted to make it seem as if they did. She had to be better. She had to wonder if she was the reason her father had left… was he disappointed in her? Had she been so pathetic of a pup that he couldn’t bear to look at her or even call her his daughter? Felicity’s mother had told her time and time again that her father had been less of a wolf than she was, but could anyone be less of a wolf than her? She was so feeble, so inadequate. Sometimes the petite faerie wondered if she would make it to adulthood or would this irresolute illness kill her before she could even experience love? The snow angel didn’t even know if she wanted to know what love was… She had never seen true love, at least not reciprocated. The amity of her mother was a different story. Felicity and her brother, Garroth, couldn’t survive without her. She was a basic necessity for them, at least until they learned the basics of survival. And that was if they could manage their way from the dens for more than an hour… Today would be different. Felicity would make it even if felt like she was being dragged through hell the entire time.

Sunlight obliterated the babe’s vision as she stepped into early rays of morning. She had been hoping to avoid this confrontation, because the explosion of pain behind her lids made her want to scream. Felicity grimaced and stumbled blindly until darkness seemed to envelope the blackness of her closed visionaries. Slowly she lifted up her café painted lids revealing stunningly gaunt espresso puddles that searched through the shaded undergrowth. Finding herself alone with no Garroth treading at her heels the petite child rushed into the woods. This would be her chance to prove that she could do it, even with the latent throbbing in her cranium.

Slowly the thick suffocating woods thinned and revealed the open expanse of a field. Flowers swayed gently in a summer breeze and their perfume was slightly intoxicating, but mostly it was an aggravator to her veiled headache. She stood at the boundary of the grove and prairie looking out across trying to see whatever her small stature allowed for, but all she viewed was the swaying grass and golden wheat. A small harrumph escaped her maw and she plodded into the forest pasture, her figurine completely obscured from prying eyes.

Felicity
Miss || Alone || Babe



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