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’.


|madness breeds madness| [Pack Meeting - All Welcome]

the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who

It was with silence she treaded and thoughts she dreaded. Though none could seem to be spoken aloud they never ceased to flood the Ethiopian Queen’s mind and distract her movements.There were times she walked with a dumbstruck thoughtlessness, though this was usually only within the privacy of her own den. And then as with most cases she carried herself with pride, momentum, and courage in her step. These were times when Dante knew what it was that she wanted, who she desired to see, and how she thought the pack ought to be moving towards, but there inlaid her problem. She knew so well where she wanted to go, but how to get there she seemed not to know. So like usual here she was, hopes and dreams in her palms and yet she couldn’t seem to will them to take flight nor get anywhere in any fashion. And this time she couldn’t truly blame outside factors. Dante only had herself to blame. She had risen to claim this place as her own and here she was at the helm of it all and the great licking flames of ideas and passion had seemed to dwindle out of her reach, like a cold northern wind had blown it out almost completely, but there was still hope.

Hope for them all.

Dante knew she had to rise up, come alive, and thus bring out her pack members. Though there only remained to be four of them - Nimueh, Dakota, Rodan and Puanani - Dante didn’t really care. It was her finale of full family, a thriving pack that kept her going. Sure what they were now was nowhere near what she had conjured up, but like everything, it had to somewhere big or small. And currently they were small, but it was all the better for her to build relationships with her pack mates. She could get to know them one by one, like the individuals she knew each of them to be That would be her positive light on the subject. Dante would drive herself to know them, uniquely to who they were so that way she could set a baseline for how her pack would be built. She seemed to have a little mantra in her head that stuck with her - Family by Loyalty. It didn’t seem like much, but to Dante family was everything. Even tho she had lost most of hers she still had Seraphina and now she had the wolves of Bright Moon. And though they were few, they had proved themselves mighty in heart. Dakota with his charisma and somewhat curious knowledge and nature. Nimueh with all her flirtatiousness was still a deeper and darker being than Dante had given her credit for and there was more she had yet to find out. Rodan was quietly slipped away from the Bright Moon Queen’s conscious and that troubled her… The lad had been just as key as anyone in their endeavors to win this pack and she wished she’d paid more mind to him. Was he even still around?

And then there was Puanani. The small child who had brought herself to Dante’s borders in search of a home. What Dante wanted though, was for her to find a family here. Whether that meant her being adopted or rather just being raised by the pack as a collective. She did not care either way, but she hoped that Puanani would stick around, Dante could only hope the best for her. With her being so young in life, she had the world ahead of her and many years to explore and understand it, or at least, all that she could. And on the topic of her beloved family, she knew it was past time calling them together. With winter in full swing, they needed to come close if they were to make it out alive and in good health. All of them, save Nimueh were likely fully healed by now. Dante knew of Nimueh’s condition, but she did not know how long it would be before she too returned to what was considered normal. She did not care when this came to pass but rather that it did come to fruition that the Iberian woman would be healed fully. Dante cared about Nimueh, now what label this emotional attachment held was not yet distinguished. Both women understood that. Whatever they became would be determined eventually, and it was of concern to rush this tempting, tease they had swirled themselves into. Hell, Dante could still taste the woman across her tongue and her scent was still heavily interspersed in her pelt. The Iberian mistress had reminded Dante or times gone past, things she dearly missed, and what she was beginning to crave once more. But back to the task at hand, bringing the pack together for the first time since the fight with the bears.

So with a prepped step the Queen bounded away into the late morning, ready to bring her family back together again.

The pack blurred by and in no time the Ethiopian lady found herself sitting the same clearing to which they had brought down the beast. Though finally the stench of ursidae was gone, there remained claw marks deeply imbedded into the trees and in the pack dirt. Slowly Dante took a 360 degree turn and viewed the arena that she was currently centered in. Unlike most leaders Dante did not feel the need to rise up and above her pack members. She was going to stay level with them and likely in their midst, with there being so few of them anyhow. So with a selective grace and poise the Queen tilted her fiery crown back and let loose a echoing, melodic howl. Ringing out from her petite bodice, it echoed across the lands and through the sparsely thickened undergrowth. It reached its sing-song tendrils to the depths and bounds of the pack lands bring each of her four members out into the open.

maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;;

| Queen of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana |

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