At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.


A Handmaiden's Tale

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'I do not know of this clan or of the council you spoke of'

Olya snorted, not believing a single word of it. She had been well indoctrinated into the kalak way of like, and the first thing that she had learned was that their was of life was the only way of life - that there was no other. And since kalaks were superior to all other breeds, she took this wolf as a slave - either as a runaway who was lying about not knowing of the council or as an agent of them who was spying on her. The wounded little dove would not find out until a few days later that this place she had been sent to was full of free wolves who had never known a life of slavery themselves, but more than that had never seen a slave. It would shock her - when she discovered this of course - considering slavery had been all she had ever known, and was all that she had ever been. And so her distrust of this beast was immediate once she discovered that he was not a supernatural being. so was her fear of him, given that her threat seemed not to phase him even in the slightest. With lids slantest at half mast, she glared at him and watched his every move from her postion curled up in a tight ball. Her hope was to stop him from wounding her more vulnerable areas. Once... or rather multiple times... she had wished for death in her life. But that had been a different time - that had been back when she was under the ownership of Farant and had been beaten and bruised and raped on a daily basis by him and his most favored men. It had not mattered to him how young she was or that she was of their breed, a pureblood herself. No, she had been born to a fae of a different clan. Her mother had been taken as a slave herself during one of the innumerable kalak wars, and so Olya herself was not only immediately marked as a slave, but as a hostile, as an enemy. She was their practice dummy, their punching bag, their mistress... she was whatever they wanted her to be.

A pitiful snarl raised from her lips as he moved, even though it was away from her. She no longer wanted to die, however. She had come to care for her new mistress - Lilith treated her well and had always protected her from the crude leers of the brutes. Lilith had never had Olya beaten.. and Olya would not abandon her now. Her snarl rose in timber and tone as he moved swiftly toward her and she retracted away from him, but it was no use. within moments he was over her and then in the next he was on top of her. Olya bit back a scream, not wanting to give him the satisfaction as he forced herself upon her - it was not the first time she had been raped and likely would not be the last. Only... only he didn't rape her. The weight of him upon her merely kept her still. She could not see him as her head was trapped, but she could feel him pressing something to her cracked forehead. She felt the sting of the pressure against her wound but she made no other noise; she was used to pain. Olya held completely and utterly still, terrified and too scared to even try to get away. The rumbling of his chest began as he spoke to her, introducing himself. He 'claimed' that he would not kidnap or harm her, and that he actually wanted to heal her, and she would not normally have believed him, only he actually was working on her injury now. She whimpered as he snarled at her, but stilled again as he pulled at her broken flesh. confusion entered her mind as she felt his rough tongue cleaning her flesh.

Olya would have shook her head if she was currently capable of it - it just did not make any sense. Nothing that she had ever know or had previously been taught could have prepared her for an interaction like this with another wolf - let alone a male wolf who was also a mudblood. This varg was being kind to her, trying to take care of her - how long had it been since she had felt the touch of another in comfort instead of in pain. Even Lilith did not touch him like that - slaves were not meant to be taken care of, save for when they were pregnant. During her pregnancy she would have been taken care of, flowered with meat to her content. After all - pups were needed to swell the ranks - either as warriors or as more slaves like Olya herself. Like her mother.

"I... Um...". Olya did not know what to say to him after his last monologue. She could only think of one thing. "I thank you for your... care. I am sorry if I have inconvenienced... you...?" Her meek soprano lyrics floated out as more a peep and less a coherent string of words, but they were spoken nonetheless.

.:. I was a gift my my mistress .:. And though she treats me well .:. It's impossible to forget I'm a slave .:.
||Olya|| ||Handmaiden Loyal to Lillith|| || No heart || || No Pack || Slave ||


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