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.



then we'll lie, cheat, steal and murder everything
lucian - demon - of age - no home - no heart
we have dark, tarred souls underneath

It was an instant reaction. The very moment that the weight struck the slumbering mass, the colossal demon found himself immediately on his feet; bracing his large silhouette for whatever assault was next to come. Struggling to make out the small heap that connected with the earth, Lucian's hackles rose and he barred his barbed knives. A powerful growl began to radiate and grow within the cavity of his broad chest.

This tremendous sound was immediately silenced whenever his optics finally adjusted to the intense lighting. He began to make out the details of the girl, intense red hues carefully studying her smaller frame as his facials began to soften in the slightest. She was a beautiful specimen. While Lucian's robes were constructed of the heaviest of ebony, this vixen's cloak had a base of rich chestnut. Soft tans and blacks merged in with her chestnut to construct a soft speckled appearance. He couldn't help but to find himself intrigued by this strange Miss.

The massive beast began to edge his way closer to the vixen. There was no doubt that he was still skeptical of the Miss; he was with most strangers. However, he kept his form somewhat relaxed as to not threaten her. "Are you.. alright?," his low pitched lyrics leaked from his darkened maw. His thick cranium cocked softly to the side as he watched her, waiting to see what type of response she would have.

"if you don't want to dwell in the light, then dwell in the shadows with me."



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