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’.



It was a secluded area that he had picked out for their rendezvous, a circle of copse trees. These were perhaps the only actual trees within the whole of the territory, and Macaria was surprised that they existed at all. How many days had it been since she had seen a single one? After the change to an ocean pack, the camoflauge of a forest had been stripped away and had left the surface of the pack largely bare. Of course, there were the caves of the pack near the ocean shoreline that provided ample privacy, but they held their own set of danger, considering that a storm could swell the ocean and flood the caves, and many of them did not have a back entrance - any inhabitants in the caves would be caught between tumultuous waters and a rock hard boulder - literally. Macaria had learned this the hard way, and during the last storm had sought out cover in one of the caves. Luckily the water had not risen high enough to drown her, but she had spent that night and most of the next day trapped within the watery coffin, and when she had finally been able to escape had ran as quickly as she could and stayed away from the water for nearon a week, having no desire to repeat her near death experiences.

At any rate, she pushed through the trees, wondering at their very existence - they seemed so out of place here in this place, so alien. Yet they were a welcome sight, not because she had missed their presence, but because she had missed the being that they had engulfed. As soon as her pools had cleared the prickly branches that pulled at her hair and flesh, her shades - which had fallen over her orbs protectively - rose and gave her a view of the hessian she had been searching for for hours. An uncharacteristic whine had pulled itself from her and she had rushed to his side, nuzzling against him quickly. In response, he had nipped and pulled hard at the flesh over her scruff, knowing that he had to be rough with her in order for her to feel the caring caress at all. She closed her lids again as she reveled in the warmth of his comforting touch, inhaling his cologne deeply. He purred and she mimicked him as he spread his scent over her possessively, but he had no need to. She had behaved recently as her hunger had been well controlled, and she had craved her mate's presence more than anything else. Macaria commented on the ocean and she felt him tense slightly.

'The ocean is not my favorite place. It’s too big.'

Macaria chuckled and pulled back away from him, nipping at one of his ears. "Oh, my love, the big bad water scares you? Does the immenseness of its vast existence make you feel small and insignificant?" She toasted him and nipped at him again, but her pink small organ was quick to follow suit, running a wet carress around the base of his audette. For a moment she paused and rested her snout there. "You are neither small nor insignificant to me, my love. And as for the water... it scares me as well. But it is the not the size of the ocean that bothers me - it is smaller than the sky after all, and smaller even than the galaxies of stars above. It is just ... the water itself that bothers me." She had never told him about her fear of the water. Another being had kidnapped her before Grey Wind had, back when she was just a teenager, and had tortured her by nearly drowning her over and over again. Ever since then, she had feared immersing herself in any body water, no matter whether it was moving or still. She faced her fear daily, either looking over it on the dangerous cliffs or by traveling down to the shore itself, but that did not mean she was comfortable with it.

"Oh!" Macaria gasped and let loose an uncharacteristic giggle as he pulled on her scruff again and pulled her to the ground, his limbs wrapping around her protectively as he began to groom her pelt. She could feel his rough licks cleaning her hairs of the salt that the ocean air had deposited. Somehow, even when she went nowhere near the water, the thick salt worked its way deep into her coat, stiffening her hairs. Occasionally, his tongue ceased long enough for him to use his incisors on her, never breaking her flesh but using enough pressure so that she could feel it, and each time he did, it brought a smile to her lips.

'What else have you been up to lately.'

It was more a statement than a question, and even if he had tried to hide the tensing of his vocals, she heard it. Before they had traveled to Uyaraut to restart their lives under the service of the Ice King again, they had had many... debates. Often it had led to heated arguments, where they pair had ended up screaming at each other before making up with rough and violet sex. Perhaps they were not the most normal pair of mates, but they did truly love each other, and had between they a fiery passion - it was that that fueled their arguments. Eventually they had come to the terms of their current agreement, but even though their contract stood, Macaria knew he still had reservation about it. That he was uncomfortable with her polygamy. It was not that she cared for any of the other vargs she involved herself with, but she all too often fed off of them, and she had no desire to kill her actual mate. "This may come to a shock to you, handsome, but since you cleaned me the lack of other perfumes will corroborate my story - I have not been with any others recently." Her back pressed against his ventrum, she shrugged. "Perhaps it is the recent change in the land that had stolen my attention, but I have not been hungry for others recently." She paused and turned her nape so that she could peer into his gaze. "Do not think that my... odd palate... has changed, it hasn't. But I just have not had any cravings recently. Other than for you, of course." Her desire for her mate was amplified by the fact that they had been absent for each other for many nights. While she enjoyed sleeping by his side, she also enjoyed her solitude, and often slept by herself underneath the stars above. "I have mainly been watching the ebb and flow of the ocean, and exploring the new lay of the land. So, then. What have you been up to?"

OOC - Read the new description of Uyaraut - no trees haha ;)

||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Adult||Channing x Henadin||


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