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.

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The Way of the Warrior
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Warriors are not born and they are not made,
Warriors create themselves




He heard barely any of the vocals himself, and yet the mere timber of the words was enough to spark a memory within him. It was distorted in sound, having been carried across the mountain chain, by echoing off of bouldered walls and throughout winding caverns, and wavered in his audettes for only a second. By the time it had reached his twin towers, it was hardly more than a whisper, if it could even be called that. But his delicate swiveling pinnae had captured the sound as if it was a fish being caught in the net, and alerted him to it, and now it was the only thing he could focus upon. How fate was strange and perhaps kind this day, for if he had not been exploring the new chain of peaks that had risen from the very bowels of the earth to form the new western and southern border of his territory, he perhaps would not have heard the sound at all. He would have been oblivious to the existence and return of the one who had called him. But he had the call, and it brought him back to a meeting that had happened years ago. It was before he was an alpha, before he was a warrior in Spring Grounds. Perhaps it had even been before he was officially a part of Moondown Shadows... but no matter how long ago it was, it reminded him of a time that was real, that actually happened. A time when he had met another, a brute plastered in crimson and trying to bathe the dried life substance from his pelt in the waters of the river. But that titan had been gone for years now, and they had hardly known one another then, and did not know each other now. But it did not seem to matter, for already Aindreas was moving toward the sound, and moving toward this hessian.

The pair had met twice in total, and it seemed that they would meet a third time here and now. Why would the Alpha of a pack search out a stranger? It would have been one thing if this wolf was at the boundary of his pack seeking entrance and acceptance.. Aindreas could not put it into words, but he had felt a kinship with the other, and it was rare for him to feel even that small amount of a relationship. It would take him a long while to find him though-after all, he was but a mortal, and had to obey the laws of the natural world. Even if he was not entirely natural himself anymore. At any rate, his limbs stretched out into an easy lope. He certainly may have made better time if he had galloped across in the ledges and trails, but they were paths unknown to him, in the mountains were unknown to him. He was willing to go the distance, and put in the work, but he would not do it at break neck speed's and risk his own life merely to meet another for a third time. But perhaps truly, this third time may be the charm. And how funny it all was, wasn't it? This past time Aindreas had met him… What was his name?… Covered in blood and bathing. Hadnot Aindreas done this himself recently? He had wandered for miles covered in the blood of the wolf he had murdered. It did not matter that the wolf had been about to kill Aindreas' father and half brother, what he had focused on was the murderer aspect. He had never before killed another, at least not killed another of his kind. It has shaken him, and made him question all of his morals. He eventually been able to swallow the deed, and then and only then had he allow the blood to leave his coat. Only… A few brief days later it had been covered again when he had transformed into… This? Into a tempest. An Oferweder.

How would… Dammit why could he not remember his name!… How would this stranger react to the changes here? Not just Aindreas' changes, but the changes to this entire land? If he has truly been gone all this time, and not just hiding in a different part of the forest, and had just returned… Would he leave when he found it all different? Would he even believe the things he saw? They said always been a straightforward, simple place. There was love, hate, birth and death, friends and enemies, lovers and strangers, and of course Alpha and Omega. But now there was an entirely different set of rules, a different set of details. There was natural order, but then there was the unnatural. It how was one to deal with that? Even though he had lived here all these years, Aindreas still didn't know how he was dealing with it. He was managing the best he could, and for now that meant living. Was that not the most important thing? Just merely surviving the change, and ensuring that everyone he was responsible for also survived. Perhaps he would eventually come to enjoy the change and not feel that it was so much of a burden.

The ivory coated wolf traveled for miles, for nearly half a day he moved over the land, searching for the one who had called him. And why had he called him? They were hardly more than acquaintances, and dammit Aindreas still couldn't remember his name. Maybe it was because Aindreas was the only wolf that he was even acquainted with? Or maybe… Maybe… What was his fucking name? Round and round, these thoughts swirled in his mind until finally the cycle was broken by simple thing - vision. His bright oceans laid sight upon - at last - the wolf he had been searching for. Whether it was seeing him, or suddenly Aindreas' memory working again, but he remember the other's name. The titan stopped short and paused for a few minutes to catch his breath before last speaking one single word.

"Pompeii."

Through trial and error, pain and suffering,
And their ability to conquer their own faults


Aindreas || Ivoro || Dierne Hrof Alpha || Lonely Heart || Sin, Pandora, Famous, Psycho, Drizzt ||


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