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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His choice to look not at her, but near her for so long was something to take note of. He was careful to avoid her direct gaze, and looked at her shadow instead for a long while. It was almost annoying for her, because she could not read through his portals. His words showed much, but behind every façade was a truth, and his was well hidden. But when he finally did sweep his gaze not only at her but over her, she questioned which she preferred. Brows raised on the vargs face as he studied her similar to how she studied prey… but there was something different. For the first time since she arrived, Apollonia felt uncomfortable. Not unsafe, persay, but she was in a situation that she could not quite comprehend.

...How sad, by your own admission, you find yourself irredeemable..?’ Apollonia’s raised brows lower and purse to a point in the center of her fore, with her lids accompanying them into a narrowed slit. She was the most honest of wolves, but was she willing to share all of her own insights about her past with a stranger? “It is not that that I am irredeemable… but I have made mistakes that I have had to pay for. There have been consequences – both good and bad – that have come from it and there is no use living with the “what-ifs” of life because one cannot turn back time. But we each can affect the future by how we choose to life our path now. I have been darkened by mine, but I won’t allow it to affect those around me who I care about. And I will do whatever I can do prevent others from being plagued as I have been or to make the errors that I have.” She falls silent as his weight shifts and he starts to rise, but instead of more words, it is laughter that pulls from between her kissers as he falls between the walls of the copse, smoke and ash flying up through the air around him. With as much grace as a fallen beast can muster, he rises and shakes loose the color that has painted him, and nears her.

Immediately, her audettes swivel back to lay flat upon her cranium and she firmly plants her portals upon him, not daring to allow him a moment without supervision while so close to her. ‘Isn't that a slippery slope? To choose this side and only ever watch the other - No, to choose to defend those with whom you have declared yourself unfit to join. ...Doesn't that ache and claw at your insides?’ He slowly ambles toward her, his shoulders rolling with exaggerated motion and she watches carefully for any sign that his hackles are rising to give signal of attack. The tip of her plume flickers back and forth, agitated, in complete opposite to the gentle sway of the titan. "It does not at all, or if it does, the pain of it goes unnoticed. I have had too many things clawing at my insides that caused quite enough damage. No, it seems that all that I have learned from the… shall we say events of my past… have made me uniquely qualified for the task. I understand better than anyone else the need for what I do, and now I have the drive for it too.” Apollonia cocks her head, once more confused by the contradicting body language he emits, but she doesn’t relax a bit. ‘...Can you really resist the long, empty hunger while feeding those who have never known starvation?’ He moves ever closer to her until his maw is near her nape. She releases a low rumbling growl as his surprisingly soft and sweet vocals flow too close to her. She can feel the heat of his breath against her flesh; can feel the hairs part with its strength. ‘Is a hopeless sinner capable of fending off that madness..?’

Apollonia relaxes as he turns away from her and shakes her head. “If I have a deep lying hunger and my mind is muddled by madness, then so be it. It is a disease than cannot be cured. I can only hope that I am strong enough to battle it – if I am not, then I am not half the wolf I think I am and do not deserve the respect and love I have come to earn. You must have mistaken me, hessian, for I was not the sinner in this escapade, aside from disrespecting my father. I was the object of a sinner, used and abused in the most vile of ways. The fear and helplessness I felt is what drives me, and that the knowledge of such a thing would offend or damage others. It is not guilt or regret.

Well, but it's a noble thought.’ Apollonia laughs at his renewed personality, a relaxation into his previous role. “There are noble thoughts and there are noble actions. Mine are neither – yes, I give myself for the safety of others, but there is a selfishness to it. At least I do not lie to myself about it all.” She pauses for a second, her gaze on his retreated figure. “And just what, or who lies within the bowels of your inner sanctum?


"I will vanquish all evil," She growls.

{Apollonia} :: {Femme Fatal} :: {Adult} :: {Tied to None} :: {Cold Summers} :: {Relations to Clementine, Bowen}




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