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.


Ashes, Ashes In My Hair [Aindreas]

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Lucky number two. That seemed to be the magical number between the brute and this land as this was the second time he was setting foot back into the dirt. Something always had to come up to make him leave again. But, it had always been for her, Saoirse. She was his sister and had always taken priority over the world. She was his lifeline, the shining star in this sinister world. Back then, she worked as a guard and he, as a spy. They made a brilliant team. They wanted for nothing and cared about less. He had brought her here when things with them had taken a sour turn and because of her bravery she had been removed from the pack and her position. Refusing to leave her side, he had abandoned them and left shoulder to shoulder with her. They had intended to stay here. To build new lives of their own. It had lasted a month. One singular month of bliss.

They received the news via crow one perfectly sunny morning. Their home had been attacked. Their father slaughtered, their mother taken. The rest of the pack were brutally burned alive. What a way to go. Peii laughed at the thought of them burning, it ignited his own fire. Though, he knew that with their upbringing there was no way that entire military of a pack was destroyed. Of course he wanted to go find his mother.... right? I mean, who doesn't want to rescue their own mom? Saoirse certainly did. He had looked upon her slim frame with such awe that day. They had forcibly removed her from their lives for showing kindness, they had destroyed her. And yet there she was standing before him, demanding they go back and save the vile minx that had inflicted her pain. Shaking his massive skull he had denied her request. Over and over he turned her down, tried to reason with her. The witch was probably dead by now anyway. Still, she had insisted. Until one day, she didn't. One day, she was gone. He followed her trail for months, of course it led home, but then it just dissapeared. Clearly she had wanted him to follow her, she knew he would. She was just far too mad at him for not wanting to save their dearest darlingest mother. But the fact that her tracks had just dissapeared? She was always better than him at hiding. If that girl didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be. But why bait him and then leave him high and dry? No, something wasn't right. Something had happened and he hadn't been there to stop it. He lost nearly 30 pounds trying to find her. His once enormous 150ib mass diminished into a sad shadow of the beast before. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. Couldn't even bring himself to try, he had one mission and that was to find Saoirse. It was sad really. He tried to deal with it like any of the other missions he had ever been on. He had nearly lost his life enough times. But his emotions had become involved. He hated emotions with a burning passion.

The russian brute spent a year trying to hunt his beloved sister down, only providing himself with enough sustenance to survive. He heard through the whispers of the trees that she was dead. That they were all dead. But he knew better than that. He refused to believe it. However; for the time being it was time to give it a sort of rest. Step back and think for a bit perhaps. So, he returned to the place of Blossom Forest. What he would find was a complete mystery but how much can really change in just 2 years? Last time it was just a couple rotted trees and some broken hearts after all.

So, here he now stood. The great russian beast towered over the familiar lands. Though something had stopped him this time, something had forced him to hesitate and need to take a broader look first. It didn't smell right... at least not the same. The entire place. It was something completely new. And completely new is just not okay. Nothing is new to Peii, he's seen the world. Seen it all, been through it all. There shouldn't be anything new. So here he stood. Staring out over the vast land from the highest overlook he could find. It was mid fall at the moment and if he wasn't so unsettled the view would have been spectacular. Stunning reds and yellows adorned the world below like a golden crown, the rivers gleamed in the rays of the perfect sun like crystals. But that stench, what the hell was that damn stench? And why the hell was his whole world getting turned upside down left and right?!

He huffed in annoyance. He thought back to the time in the woods when he had first met the brute Aindreas. Pompeii had been covered in blood, bathing in the river. What a way to meet a guy. He wondered if he would remember Peii. Their time together had been brief but familiar, like old friends. Curious considering the dark, sizzling nature of the russian demon. Hot amber orbs burned holes into the ground below as his thoughts ran like wildfire. He was exhausted, he had lost track of his own health in his search for Saoirse. His russet coat was dull, he had forgotten to keep track of how much weight he had lost, even his claws were brittle and broken. He didn't care. He had been through worse really. Though in the back of his mind he knew he needed to get his ass back in gear soon, he was fighting nausea, dehydration his eyes were having a hard time focusing. He would get food and water... eventually. Right now he just wanted some answers. Something really wasn't quite right in this sliver of the world. The air was wrong, different, unsettled. The scents of the life down below was all wrong, like no other wolves he had ever smelled before. All he could keep thinking was "what the hell?

He debated heavily whether or not to vocalize his existence.... The more he thought about it the less he liked it. If the air itself was wrong then what would show up to she sound of his deep russian song? On the flipside, he really needed to know what had happened here and he could only think of one wolf who might remember him and even acknowledge his presence. If he was still here that is. The russet brute began to pace along the edge. Watching intently as the disturbed dead leaves fell gracefully off the edge. He passed his tail back and forth steadily. Then, in one swift movement before he could change his mind he turned, opened his burnt maw and released his guttural, gritty call.
What was there to lose at this point really? In his mind, his entire reason for existing was gone. So, bring on the bullshit.


Player (OOC) Name: Pompeii

The smell of smoke lies in the air
Ashes, ashes in my hair
I stare into the graying skies
Only then did I realize
The fire shooting from the mountain
Like a big, hot, reeking, boiling fountain
Stone-still, I await my death
Smoke obstructs my every breath
I hear my people’s deadly cries
Quickly, quickly, I close my eyes
Male || Lone || Young Adult


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