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’.


black.widow.spider [Kari, open]


Tender, loving, close, he held her within his limbs after their nights festivities. For many weeks, she had gone without the touch of another, in order to ensure that her reproductive system had been open for their coupling. They had shared the previous night together, and it had been perfect, and now all there was left to do was wait - wait to see if they had conceived, wait to see if her belly grew with newborn life. For some reason, her thirst for another still was quiet, quenched. It did not bother her, just like it did not bother her to be with another. She loved only one, and though she wished that she could be faithful only to him and not have the aching need to lay with others, that was not the case. Her hunger and her sexual desires were close knit and closely intertwined now, and she had no desire to feed upon her mate. She loved him dearly, and the thought of losing him deeply injured her… And she knew that if she ever lost him she would be devastated and wrecked. And the thought of what she would turn into… It was dark. Something terrible and evil. As for her cannibalism, she was much like a black widow spider. She got hungry after her… Intimate sessions with her prey, and would feed upon them. Half of the enjoyment came from the game, pretending, chasing… The manipulation was erotic as hell. With each wolf, she took on a different persona, using any mask that she needed an order today to get close to them. It was thrilling… And she would not give it up.

All Macaria could say was that she was lucky that Grey Wind accepted her for who she was. And whether it was the thought of them having a family together, or perhaps the seasons changing, she no longer felt the need to feed upon others, at least not right now. Instead, she felt a craving for something else, something mundane. Company. Intelligent conversation. She had not feasted on her darling poppy in days… And she was feeling the withdrawal effects acutely and painfully. The shewolf gritted her teeth and cast the addiction from her mind. She had been taught about anatomy and physiology, or biology and toxicology by her aunt. And though she had never finished her training, she knew well enough that if she continued to ingest the drug, there was a chance that she might not get pregnant, or even worse that she would be the cause of deformities in their offspring. The little vixen had thusly gone cold turkey-she had not tried to wean herself off of it, but rather had stopped abruptly. She had abused the substance for months, years, and so while it did not alter her state of mind as it would for others, it kept her at a nice steady high. It had destroyed her nerves, and now prevented her from feeling any physical pain as it had wrecked havoc upon her nociceptors. But now instead of having a study high, she was a victim of tumultuous roller coaster of highs and lows. Variable peaks and valleys wrecked havoc on her system, and set her through agonizing fits. Not painful, but gut wrenching. How many times had she vomited, how many times had she upchucked the contents of her stomach? She could not keep anything down… And she could only hope that this phase will pass. And so while her stomach was completely empty, she felt no hunger. But she did need company to distract her.

She knew that others laid within the bowels of Uyaraut. Macaria had made an appearance with the other members of the pack not once, but twice now. The first had been when Kershov had initially taken the throne, and members had flocked to him. And the second time? It was when the gods played a cruel trick upon the world and changed everything they knew. The packs had all been rearranged, the free lands swiveled about, and even the very geography have been disrupted. Mountain chains had erected from the soul of the earth to reach toward the sky. The lake that had always served as the southern border had been disrupted and instead been replaced by a vast terrifying ocean. It was all different… But it did not change that this was home. The ebony colored fae grated her teeth again as another wave of nausea pumped through her veins. She needed a distraction, and fast. Her delicate little frame extricated herself from the warm embrace of her lover and trotted away from the copse of trees where Grey Wind still lay asleep, and she headed deeper into the pack. Claws and pads swept over Slippery rocks and jagged boulders. Even though the ocean no longer was no longer in sight, she could hear its waves crashing behind her, could taste the salty air upon her tongue. She nearly called out for others, but then paused-her lover would wake up and hear her, and she wanted another’s company. Someone new, someone different, perhaps a new friend even? And so she moved leisurely through the territory, waiting for her to come upon anyone.


||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Adult||Grey Wind||

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