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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Six had been alone for weeks, hadn't seen another soul, hadn't used her soft, precious voice in over a month. In this bittersweet solitude she'd find herself crying and shaking from the anxiety she possessed and had nobody to help calm her down. Although she enjoyed being alone, she also had a deep longing for attention, affection, love if you must, though she found it nearly impossible to trust another, for one important thing she had learned in life is that all good things must come to an end. Nobody would be there forever. Nobody could be trusted or depended on. She imagined the only person she could fully count on until the moment of her last breath was herself.

When depression didn't rip and tear at her, causing her mental, emotional, and physical pain, she was actually quite content. Once she'd stop thinking about all of her insecurities and how lonely she'd become, she would think of all the great things happening in her life. She was doing what she was made to do, she was surviving. Although being alone all the time had it's ups and downs, one good part about the silence was that it was actually never quiet. She'd become much more observant and in sync with her senses, listening to the chatter of the world around her, watching other beings from the sidelines, stopping just to take in all of her surroundings and feel the earth for what it was; magnificent and cruel and beautiful. She'd begun noticing things she'd never noticed, feeling things she'd never felt, and teaching herself how to survive on her own. After 4 years of being alive, she'd actually begun living.

On this particular morning, the sun hung low in the sky, little beams of light scattered through thick, heavy fog. The sky was an array of vibrant oranges and yellows, and soft grey blues, although you couldn't see it very well through the misty blanket hugging the earth, and all of it's features. The temperature was rising with the sun, though being fall it was a bit cold, and the air had a bite to it. Six lay nuzzled in a dug out dirt pit just big enough for herself, hidden within a complex root sytem below a large oak tree in the middle of a flower covered field. It was kept warm by the heat of her body ricocheting from the roots and becoming trapped inside, although the wind broke through her heat barrier every once and again. This time, a chilled breeze danced it's way inside, bringing with it a cloud of fog and thin dew drops, sending shivers throughout her body. Her ashy grey pelt was freckled with microscopic drops of liquid, though she did not care enough to dry it off, she simply yawned and rolled to face the back side of the dug out, sheltering her face from the wind. body coiled tight and comfortably, she decided maybe she could just nap here all day.

female; adult; no family; no home
Six
♥dante


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