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’.


Na mém obličeji nosíš úsměv, ale uvnitř je démon

||wear a smile on my face||

Oh boy this one had a mouth on her. Kari's lips lifted from her ivories as Athene continued on with her poems. Just as her ears were going back and her pearly whites were showing; another fae entered the little gathering. A fae who seemed to know Kershov. Kari turned her attention away from Athene; who she heeded the warning from, Kari was snarky and sarcastic but she wasn't a dumbass and she knew when to pick her battles, to now this new fae who she overheard Kershov say her name. Marcaria. The way Kershov responded was something Kari hadn't seen any wolf act like before. She'd only seen hate in her lifetime; from the time she was born to now. Even wolves who knew each other hated one another. Kari moved closer to Kershov when he stopped circling. moving to stand close and a little behind him. Lowering her head; ears back. The vixen suddenly had no idea what to say. No idea what to do. Her plume swayed a bit but other than that; she looked tense and ready to fight or bolt. Either one.

Kari had never been around this many wolves before, at least not for a long time. Muscles tense, ears back and head lowered enough she could see below Kershov's nape. When the next brute came in, she looked him over and offered a snarky remark A pack full of females not good enough for you, Mr. wolf? her toothy grin coming back into play as she stayed in her position and right next to Kershov.

||but there's a demon inside||

Frekari // vixen // older teen // Bright Moon // kin //


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