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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The Shining King
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The Shining King

Chandra was always a quiet boy, even in his youth. He preferred to study the others going about their daily business than join in. Chandra was the first born of the many pups his parents had, and quite easily the best of health. When he was born, his coat was completely black, dark as the night, and his eyes as silver as the stars above. As is custom in his pack, he did not receive a name until he reached his first year of age. By then he was already tall, almost rivaling his father, and definitely out taking his mother. When the day came, he was vehemently excited, not able to sit down for too long. The pup was intensely curious as to what his name would be; what he was destined to grow into. By the ripe age of a year his coat had started to near his adult pelt; with a spattering of star-like dots of greys throughout his pelt, a starry scarf around his neck, and bright grey on his cheeks and left portion of his face. His eyes had started to darken into a more steel-like color, rather than the brightness they had been when he first opened his orbs.

He sat on a large rock in front of the whole pack, as was custom, his chest thrust out, head held high. His father, the current Alpha, had decided on the perfect name. The then unnamed boy looked expectantly at his father, a brute made of the night, and waited patiently. "I have decided upon a name for my boy, your prince," he paused, and looked down at the pup, eyes filled with pride, "from this day forth, he will be known as Chandra." A smile broke onto Chandra's face, watching the pack gleefully welcome him. His father waited for the dinn to calm, and added on to his already legendary statement. "My son, Chandra, will one day rule these lands. He will receive the title of Raja." Chandra's eyes widened - the term "Raja" was taken very seriously for it meant 'king'. It was practically a guarantee of his safety in the pack, as it was not a title that could be taken, even if his father was removed from the throne.

When Chandra reached adulthood, he decided he wished to leave his familial pack. His father had died a year or so after titling Chandra; he was growing old already. Chandra's mother was very accepting of her oldest boy's wanderlust. So out set Chandra, on his way to find a place to call home; to rule as king.

Slender paws gently set down on a flower, starlight eyes watching the poppy being crushed. First one petal was bent, then the next, and the next. Then the stem was cracking, bending, breaking. The black paw pushed slowly, until it was finally ground into the fertile land. His soot like lips pulled back into a half smile, amused at how it was still beautiful, even after being ground into the dirt. Chandra looked around the field, admiring all of the flowers. They were mixed with tendrils of grass, and some golden wheat, causing a glorious array of colors and textures and scents. His body flowed across the field further towards the woods, aiming for a certain tree with just the right amount of shade under it. As he was walking - well, it was rather closer to gliding - he would stop every now and then to look around. The mutt of a wolf was oftentimes entranced by this new world he had joined - it was vastly different from the always freezing lands he had called home.

After what was probably about five minutes, he arrived at the edge between the trees and the flowers, underneath the tree he had spotted. Chandra found a comfortable looking spot, one that had his back to the woods, and plopped right there, awkwardly long limbs crossed over one another. He looked out over his new homelands, enjoying the sweet flowers, the sun shiny sky, and even the burnt part of the land. Chandra found there was beauty even in the death of the flowers, as one day they would serve as fertilizer for new life. He was in a relatively good mood, even if his face did not give this away. There was no wagging tail or grin or anything to give it away. Only a mostly relaxed body under a huge, expansive, tree.

Raja Chandra | Male | Adult | Jozlen

OOC: I'm sorry if this is a little rough, I'm quite rusty - haven't role played in 2 years ;-; Oh and also, the table is a work in progress, the colors will most likely calm down, and a photo will be added, so it won't stay this much of a mess. Sorry about that.

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